Ice Black Birds

at XOYO.

Younger Brother at XOYO

There was a quote I came across somewhere that I’ve been unable to re-find. The gist was that wherever we are in life and however successful, we always want to be somewhere else. And the only exception to this is in orgasm, and then we are nowhere at all.

I think perhaps being at the front of an awesome gig with the bass blasting your face off  might also fit in there.

And having a keyboard player who looks like Marton Csokas? Well it never hurts…

Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it’s getting!

Tea party preparations. I seem to have rather over-enjoyed myself beyond this point…

Flashguns

at The Lexington.

note: eating a live cockerel whole is merely a serving suggestion.

more photo pits, more beer, more bad lighting, more reviewers, more names lost somewhere deep in the guestlist, more sound guys with their bum out, more not-in-the-slightest-bit-accurate stage times, more late-night editing.

not enough sleep.

fuck yeah.

Dave McPherson

at The Borderline.

Berlin

#2

“I’m sorry you’re being deported, but it’s my girlfriend’s birthday”