Feeling like a zombie through lack of sleep may not be the best way to start your working week but that's the price you pay for an action packed weekend. And although today it has been agonizingly difficult to keep my head from hitting the desk every five minutes in fits of slumber, it was all worth it.
Saturday I went to a gathering at a friends house in the country, we barbequed in the rain, had a scalelectrics championship, drank thai cocktails out of a bucket and finished the evening off with the first night's camping of the year.
Sunday was a long battle with a hangover, luckily won in time to be picked up and taken to Nottingham for a gig at the Rescue Rooms. The Brian Jonestown Massacre were playing. My ability to review it at this time is somewhat impaired by my sleepy head, all I can say is that they fucking blew everybody away.
After spending half an hour looking at somebodies back (just as the gig starts the tallest person there is guaranteed to push in front of me, it happens every time) I decided to risk the chance of violence (BJM are renouned for starting arguments/fights with their audience) and slip to the front, where I had an excellent view and the sound was fantastic. I really should have got some good photos from here but as you can see they aren't great and I didn't manage to get Anton (the genius behind the BJM) in them at all. I did get a very blurry shot of Joel though who is their estranged but seemingly reunited tambourine player and resident joker. (See bottom photo.) Great night, great band, great venue what more can I say. Actually nothing because my brain has gone passed thinking and my fingers are too weak to type. I need sleep.