Secret Cinema

For the past 2 weeks I have been performing daily for secret cinema. The film this time was One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest. I played a patient and had to break in to the nurses station and sing over the tannoy. I did Devil In Disguise and some of my own songs - kind of a singing along to scratchy records kinda thing. It was set in an abandoned hospital - freezing cold, but quite amazing.

For the last 3 days I slept there. It was interesting - I didn't know I could keep going for so long with no sleep - about 5 hours in 3 days. Everyone who stayed there was living on sugar, nicotine and caffeine. I've developed a terrible cough, but it was totally worth it.

a good show

Last night I went with Catherine to see a tapeclub show in North London. It was great. 3 people - each played 20 minutes as the front man while the others backed them up. Peter Lyons did 4 songs, and it was great. Cathy had never seen him play before except with me, so it was a special treat for her. At one point in the show, during a song called Regret, the band was rocking loudly and then it went quiet - upon which everyone heard a girl in the audience say "really sexy" and Pete wasn't able to sing the next verse because he was laughing. After the show I got Pete and Kerry to sign my copy of their new EP.
On the way home I was telling Cathy about a man who keeps trying to meet me for "coffee." I only want to drink coffee, and nothing else, but he wants the full coffee and pie experience. While I was telling her this, I noticed a man opposite me was shocked by me, and started laughing and telling his friend "that guy is gay." Then he was staring, and without actually saying any words to me, he managed to have a threatening presence. In retrospect, I should have feigned a similar reaction to his skin colour. An equally non-thing to be shocked by. Anyway, we reacted by talking about how we will go home and watch Pricilla Queen Of The Desert and swap clothes.
On the way home, Cathy told me how she finds Jim Carey attractive, and a man who was walking near us, possibly Italian, said that he thought she was crazy.
Then we got home and took lots of photos of us eating in bed.

Paris Paris Paris

Last weekend was the album launch in Paris. We arrived early, but they weren't expecting us so we went to a restaurant and ate lamb kebabs until the rain stopped. I saw all my friends again, which was strange as it's been so long.

During the show I cut my fingers open on my banjo because I dropped my pick. It was covered in blood by the end.

After the show the band decided to go in to town. I stayed behind to chat to people and sign albums. They came back after a short time, and Matt Prior, the bass player, had been pick pocketed and lost 250 pounds. That wasn't very nice. For the rest of the night he stayed in his bed while the rest of us got drunk on the free beer and requested songs from Peter Lyons, the other member of the band who plays everything.

The next day we headed home. It took almost twice as long to get back because I got lost. The road signs in France seem like they are there to annoy you - never telling which direction you are heading in.

Now my hand is healed.