So yeah we had a wicked night and rinsed the free-ness at the VIP bar (that's right VIP bar, bitches!) and the catering in our dressing room (yeah, CATERING and DRESSING ROOM) for all they were worth. We played a good'un and got proper pissed basically...rock and mother-loving roll. Don't worry though readers, we haven't got ideas above our station or owt; just a nice one-off, innit? Still, makes me think of back in the day when I first played a gig back at home in Fibbers...the Article boys and I thought we'd really made it...crammed into the broom cupboard they call a dressing room and stealing warm beer from the headliner's rider 'cause we were under age. Happy, care-free days :-) I hope I'll be back there in due course but Tuesday night was some super-mega next level shit and something I think we could all-too-easily get used to given half a chance...but fuck it, it's not really REAL is it? It was just a night of living the myth.
Also, on Monday night, Ben and I caught up with Marcus from Airship in Southampton at the Editors gig. We know sooo many legendary people in music - I feel well lucky...makes it easier to tolerate the dickheads we've come across. Anyway that gig was ace. Not sure how I feel about Editors new material though.
Listening to the new JoFo album, Grace and the Bigger Picture...you know what I'm gonna say about it :-)
Until next time...
I love you...just the way you are,
Charlie xxx
