That’s the kismet of situationist art rock documenting, I guess… Hayleyjane Parfitt is correct.
That’s why I tried to get some pix.
I’m no photographer in real life, so lets (again) call these snap shots my happy music fan “art”.
Where was I? Oh yeah:
. . . just before the old world ended, in January 2020, I caught my first glimpse of The Dead Freights.
On the Nambucca stage at This Feeling, the live rock n roll zone I’ve probably been to most times over the years. As per the interdependent guitar band circuit, it’s a proper club, in the eternal sense of belonging. At some point in their set, my friend, Jean Genie, and I had exchanged a simultaneous approving look, coupled with the “oh yes!” nod, across an (again) packed venue.
The biggest stories are in the smallest locations (where DIY promoters stage the buzziest new rock and roll moments). Affordably and personally. I’ll say it until fade, support your local grassroots music venue. The old world flavours this new one, sonically being one of my favourie ways. This evening was no exception.
Fast forward to 20th April (“420”) 2022.
Such a beautiful sunny day with blossom swirling like confetti everywhere.
After an engaged music event (Soccer Six Crew) meet up in Essex (complete with BBQ, beers and ice cream) I waddle back to London with TWO jacket potatoes in my handbag, sit in Ion Square park for an hour and listen to birds having some kind of punk festival of their own in the bushes as the sun started to go down.