I have just spent the evening doing something I thought would be tedious, but it turned out, not.
We went to a pre-Xmas street party, organised by one of the roads round here that is slightly better co-ordinated than ours. There was mulled wine and raffles and stuff, and there was a band. They were really very much better than to be expected. I will try and post some info. Here they are:
http://bourbonstreetrevival.com/
They were playing as a five piece tonight, and they were really tight. All members were really good - I liked the guitarist in his pork pie hat, and the trumpet/keyboard player was blowing up a storm.
In the interval, the drummer poked me in the back and said; "So, you're a Doors fan, eh? I saw your face light up when we played that number."
I am not aware of any other time in the past decade when anybody has noticed my face noticeably lighting up. I would have bought him a drink, but when I turned around he was gone, and somebody else had spilled their lager all over my new jacket. Even that didn't faze me.
And I would pay good money to anyone who has video film of their encore. They played 'Mustang Sally', and there was this choir of eight year olds who got totally into the moment when the singer presented them with the mike, and belted out 'Ride, Sally, ride!'. Their little faces! Some more poor kids lost to rock and roll.
Ah, me.
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