Last week was awesomely busy. There seem to be a lot of people inspired to learn to play guitar for the summer. This for me is very good. This means I have been spending increasing hours in the first half of my week meeting new guitar students. This is good!
Interspersing my increasing demand as a tutor came a nice little couple of days off for my long-ago-booked gigs in London and Brighton. These two gigs have been on my list for a few months so I was very excited when they finally arrived. With the National Express and Mega Bus as my chosen method of rock n roll transport I headed down to Greenwich on Wednesday towards The Pelton Arms. The British summer has so far being a British summer at its best…this of course means a lot of rain. This meant that en route to gig I got absolutely drenched. I stayed in a hostel near Deptford Bridge. Round the corner from the hostel was a piece of paper stuck to the wall that had ‘Cardboard City’ written on it, with an arrow pointing down the road.., this did make me question whether I had made a mistake..
So…London…my gig was with Icarus Club run by the lovely Phil Dearing. Very friendly and supportive. I sold copies of my album and had a return invitation. This I take as positive. The bar was some decent real ale and a pay-what-you-want for food deal on a Wednesday. 🙂 I played and ran off into the night towards the Cutty Sark and onto cardboard city. All was well.
Up early and I jumped on a bus to Brighton. Pre-gig I met one of my good friends Mark M Thompson from uni that I haven’t seen in a few years. We obviously hit a few pubs and pints of beer and had the quickest catch-up, compressing 6 years into 3 hours. Knowing I had to sober up a tad in order to play a gig of decent caliber we headed for some food, bid goodbye and I again ran off into the rain towards the Brunswick.
A friendly gig where I also got chance to see the fabulous ‘The Finds‘ headline. Very tight band. The sound was great and there were a few familiar faces from the Pool there too. Unexpected and very welcome. I met some really nice people who like my music too.
I stayed the night in another hostel in which at 4am a massive fight broke out upstairs by seemingly somebody who was very upset about his bed… The morning hit and I took a long walk down the sea front, had an espresso in the Alchemist Cafe and begun my 9 hour coach journey back to Liverpool. On our stop off at London a guy tried to get on the coach with a Tarantula….he couldn’t quite grasp why the driver said no….:/
Done., looking forward to many more trips and gigs!