headbones

I went to another gig this week (another backroom of a bar thing).
This time they were a Canadian band called the Dears, recommended by someone I met in Holland last week.

The singer sounds an awful lot like Morrisey sometimes, and then an awful lot like Daman Albarn (from Blur) at other times. To tell you the truth, most of the music wasn't to my taste (a bit too squeaky clean), but I think they could be massive in 'serious music circles'... whatever that means.

Somehow I ended up at the aftershow party. Well, not that mysterious really: my friend was DJing there, so I had a big of a boogy.

All that on a school night: I was very bleary eyed the next day.