93 Feet East & music vid #2
Put the megaphone down and your hands up…
More fun in the capital. Every time I visit London now, a grimy wave of nostalgia passes over me – how could I have given up all this? The density, the dirt, the vivid sense of great things afoot? Well, I had little choice – but that’s another story. Besides, the feeling soon passes. It’s always good to come back for a gig, though.
So, played 93 Ft East on 28th March – and had a pretty good time, all considered. It’s interesting trying to convert a largely uncommitted audience who don’t know or much care who you are. It can go either way, but this time it worked; crested the uphill part of the gig, fought through the tumbleweed inertia moment, and by the end had largely drawn them in. Maybe it was the megaphone; I’ve always wanted to hassle people who bugger off for a smoke and a chat, and this is the ideal tool. In fact I’d better stop using it soon, or I’ll come to rely on it too much, turn it into a wacky novelty: uurgh. But it helped, which was funny.
Afterward, someone told me my lyrics are “too strong”, and “not what people want to hear” – whatever that’s supposed to mean. A compliment, in a way. YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH!!! Call me a pervert, but I was pleased. So I don’t – can’t – deal in reassuring, feel-good, love-struck platitudes; why is that any worse coming from a guy with an acoustic guitar than, say, two laptops and a strobe-light tied to his head? Someone’ll have to explain it to me. Ah what the hell – some people dug it, the rest… just had to sit tight for half an hour.
Spent the following day in Brighton Electric Studios shooting footage for a new music vid. This is to accompany Hands Up, the second single (due in July, shortly before the album). Still feels weird, miming – especially trying to play guitar at the same time and make it all look real, kinetic. Can’t deny it was fun; exhausting and weird, but fun, like some kind of sashaying whole-body Karaoke. And some people do this kind of thing a lot – what does that do to their minds?
Perhaps I’ll find out.