Met up with the old band-mates and had some food and watched some of those new younger bands that they have these days that haven't become jaded and sour and broken up yet.
In an old 60-year-running venue in south London: The Half Moon. Apparently it's fairly well known, but not by me. Never been there before. It's the very very opposite side of town and nearly 90 minutes journey away.
Missed most of Magerison, who had the coolest looking bass player of the night, but otherwise had the proper warm-up slot I think.
Bowen were symmetric and energetic and among their set played an old Blondie song, despite none of them being anything like old enough to know what it means to have a phone booth across the hall. They looked great with the two dark-haired guitarists flanking the blonde girl in the middle.
It felt like she was looking at me the whole time. Is it like those paintings that stare at you wherever you stand? Did I have a mark on my face? Was her mum standing behind me?
It was brilliant anyway and I love her now.
If you can figure out how to do that in your show for everyone in the audience then I'd recommend that as a technique.
We finished with "Moody", surely the most ungoogleable name for a band ever who should sack whoever named them. She did some good screaming and emoting, and the band had paid attention to choreography nicely, but in a way that my band would have just found embarrassing.
And indeed that did seem to put off my ex-guitarist who complained about them looking too flashy.
I have not left the house for way too long, and it was good.