Living on the Moon

OH WHAT THE HELL?

My day just got weirder. But it starts last night.

I went to my cousin’s wedding (the first I’d ever been to actually) and it was a nice little affair, even if none of the groomsmen or bridesmaids stayed quiet throughout the service. Besides the point.

Then there’s the reception and speeches which are all lovely dovey making me feel all sad and alone.

I’m pretty miserable by the time I get home.

What do I do to cheer myself up? Go to a rock show.

The Sparrows are at the Espy at midnight.

It’s ten o’clock. I go anyway.

I’ve not been out much lately so I had to check the melways to remember how to get to the Espy and I do make it there as a band are setting up. I perch against a post and watch them play.

They’re incredible. I’m instantly cheered up. They mention tonight they’re launching a single, and to come talk to them if you want one.

Now, I’m quite a shy person but I want a copy of the CD, so eventually manage to work up the courage to chat to this brilliant, brilliant guitarist who is named Michael. We talk a bit, I ask him for a CD. We chat a bit more and asks “So, you liked it, did you?” Well…I’m buying the CD…

He introduces me to Paul, the bass player. And the singer, Johnny. And one of their friends/roadies/manager who eventually rocks up with the CD. The band, it turns out, is called “Magneto.”

I keep talking to Paul as the next band starts playing (The New Electric – also fantastic, a bit weird but brilliant) and he shows me the bassist from the Fauves with whom I exchange a funny face and a wave as he’s smoking and can’t shake my hand. He also introduces me to Andy.

Andy is the one on the right.

We all talk a bit, they decide to leave, I watch the rest of the Sparrows set and chat to the singer for a little bit (we know each other vaguely).

I wander off home with a copy of the Sparrows EP for Sarah (I’ll get another for me later) and go to sleep in a great mood.
Today. (Saturday)

I have lunch with Sarah and the others. She loves her CD and is wowed by the night I had last night.

She breaks my heart a little because she’s going to start doing a med degree mid year and may just be dropping out of honours.

But let’s not think about that for now.

I go home and look at my Magneto CD. I read the names of the guys I had spoke to (and the sole member I didn’t) and stopped on the guy I’d spent the most time with. Paul Inglis.

It sounds so familiar to me. And he was talking about some other band he’s a member in. So just now, I’ve googled it.

Prettymess.

That’s the other band he’s in. Another band I’ve seen support the Sparrows. Another band I fell in love with almost instantly.

Wow, what a fucking night that turned out to be.

(For anyone who isn’t aware of it – I do really, really love the Living End as well)