My friend Annie got us passes to the Dan Sartain show last night at the Relentless Garage. Man, was I blown away. Dan is an amazing performer, his music is raw and sincere and full of feelings. It’s been ages since I saw anything like him. How come he is not dead famous? How come his is not number 1 in the rock charts all over this planet? I guess, he is not into all this, in his Spartans baseball coat.
Anyway, Annie got passes from a facebook friend of hers (oh yeah, there is now a new type of friendship – facebook friendship), whom she met sometime ago at the Black Lips afterparty I invited her to. She was chatting to this American guy and within minutes he was her facebook friend. She is amazing like that. So they saw each other for, like, 10 minutes, but next time he was in London we got free tickets? Exactly.
His name is John and he is from Georgia. May 1981 boy. Boy, was I impressed. I mean, after all, he was a bass player for Mr Dan Sartain. Anyway, beer, water, even bananas in Annie’s case and “backstage” were provided.
We went to the nearby pub after the show, where Annie was refused entry. She went home, we went in. Within twenty minutes of hanging out I found out that last time we met, after saying hi I ran away, and it was Annie who became John’s friend on facebook – why, he wondered. Problem was easily solved there and then.
And then, man, that was sweet. He walked me to the station and we chatted and it was so… I don’t know, lovely. He is back in London in September. I might be in Georgia in October, since I now have “a place to crash” in Atlanta, where he flew this midday.
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