Satchmos 04/07/07

How are you all?
From now on, I'm using asterisks to cover up my swearing, just incase it offends anyone. By the way, suck my motherf*cking c*ck.
Anyway, on with last night's gig...
An 'intimate' gathering this! (ie, I played to the other acts and the bar staff)
Ok, first up was your usual open mic, Nick Drake wannabe. Can't remember his songs or his name. That was easy huh?
Next up an acoustic duo. Think 'Journey South' but without the River Island stlyings. Nice songs, decent harmonies, and dull as sh*t. Again, I can't remember their name. They did say it a few times but it was delivered without eye contact and in such a muffled way that it sounded like an apology. Damn right they should apologise.
Next up was a german nutcase called 'The Buddah Cakes' who looked like Morton Harket out of 'Ah-ha' and sounded just plain weird. He sang songs about cemetaries and played an old toy piano with a toy monkey strapped to it. Quite interesting and possibly quite good but I couldn't help thinking that I was enjoying it purely because I was so completely and utterly f*cking bored of the previous acoustic dullard ramblings. Anyway, my girlfriend told me later that he was coming on to her later on that night so if I ever see him again, I'll cut off his 80s mullet for him.
Now for the headline act...
Basically, I was great.

I've got two gigs next week so I'll write more then.
Until then, here's a picture of someone I want to be when I grow up..