The Electroacoustic Club, The Slaughtered Lamb

Classic venue/night, this one. I had my friends from Leicester, The Fabulous Foxes, down, they seem to be taking Dirty Three elements into their alt.country/sea shanty vibe, and anyone reading that sentence must know that to be a Good Thing. Here they are rocking out.





I had an honourary Lady onstage with me for the gig, we opened with a ukulele version of "Oh What a World" by Rufus Wainwright. It just seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Here I am. A straight man. On a fast train. Travelling. But not arriving. Don't I look a hottie in me cardy?

The cover of the night was "Cherub Rock" by Smashing Pumpkins, which won an EP, and also "She don't use Jelly" by Flaming Lips. What a cover-filled evening. More than 50% and I can no longer call myself a singer-songwriter. Hopefully I will never describe myself as that.

The very talented Samantha Whates (no website - just check out her live shows, you net-losers) disgraced herself by asking me to play my song about my favourite T-shirt. A song I have never written, never performed and WILL NEVER WRITE.

Although if you write it, I may well cover it...