Here's a little photo story from the gig on Tuesday night. Thanks to Rids for the photos.

The Venue

Clearly a long-serving part of the local community - so old, in fact, that I don't think it was electrically safe. Earthing hums and crackles over the speakers abounded, and I was due to have the microphone in my pocket, conducting through sweaty shirt to skin... straight into the heart

Pre-Gig Nerves

Smile through the apprehension

Where's the audience?

This is my favourite photo - it looks like there's noone there at all... though I cropped it for that effect. No front row, certainly.

Still hiding

In the first shot, the audience are, in fact, hiding behind the North West point of the photo. In the second, there's some of my "front row" including the promoter's mother, too pissed to realise that she was making things hard for the gig by talking over some of it.

These photos give the clue about the pocket-based microphone, but don't show the true horror of it... but I don't care. I remember this gig fondly.