Went to the Waiting Room
in Eaglescliffe. Had a lovely dinner and also watched Twi the Humble Feather trio of guitarists from NYC whilst enjoying my lasagne. Then a nice young man with nice hair sings like a choir boy (imagine Anthony of the Johnsons if he had been raised in West Yorks and was the love child of Jake Thackeray) plays lovely acoustic guitar – and then goes into some kind of psychotic episode involving looping our applause, his own voice, added in other sounds, feedback madness Hendrix style so your ears scream for mercy .. then back to the lovely mellow guitar, hypnotic singing. Add in lyrics about Gregg’s pasties and broken hearts. Genius. Really. It was an amazing evening.