Misfit, the freak that's on the street

Hi gang!
Well, I played a night called KILL ALL DRUMMERS yesterday. After the monumental tedium of acoustic shows I thought playing a night where drum machines, laptops and synths were encouraged would make me feel at home. Not so dear reader...
The venue was the basement of a hotel. Not as salubrious as it sounds but it did try bless it's heart. Despite blatent sh*t stains on the walls of two of the bathroom cubicles, they did have the decency to employ an attendant with a couple of bottles of aftershave and a few chewing gums by the urinals. Good effort!
Imagine this



Crossed with this



Anyway, I was on first. I played ok. I broke one of the mics during a particularly rousing version of 'That Time' but the set was alright. There was nobody there who knew what the songs should have sounded like but me, so it was fine! Next up was a qiuet bearded guy with a particularly strong odour about him. His stuff was quite hard work. He got going towards the middle of the 30 minute song he was doing but it was all a bit bedroom. Says me from my bedroom...
Next up was Jarvis Cocker fronting what sounded like the lovechild of Heaven 17 and Bronski Beat. Nice fellas actually. Deeply silly music. I left shortly after but not before the promoters conducted a short drunken interview about nothing in particular. They will post this on their site shortly. Go to www.killalldrummers.com in the next few days if you can be arsed to see me talk absolute bollcoks.
Anyway, will I ever play a gig where I feel at home I wonder?

Until the Notting Hill Arts Club show in Nov.....