Charlie Mars
Firstly, I apologise for any spelling mistakes in the following blog. I have had some vodkas.
Denise and I have just got back from seeing the guy that opened for REM, Charlie Mars, at a little place called The Media Club downtown. He was so good the other night we had to go and see him again doing his own gig. This time there were only about 40 people in the club, and we had a table at the front. He was just as good tonight. Initially we got chatted up by a couple of blokes who thought I was Australian, but then luckily the music started. Vodka and tequila shots later, we fell out of the club plus one autographed CD each, and plus the phone numbers of the guys who had chatted us up. Which, I hasten to add, I gained appropos of nothing, and vowed to chuck away when I got out the club. I think they're still in my bag though. Anyway, they were both a bit mental. Trust these two to be my first phone number offerers - twenty five years old and I have never had anyone give me their phone number before. Canadians must not be as picky as English people. Or just more short-sighted? Maybe I looked desperate?
Anyway, my legs are still not really attached to my body, and I have a slight headache, but the night was very good. As for Charlie Mars, you can listen to his most recent album (the one we bought tonight) at http://www.charliemars.com/charliemars.html. The fourth song, White Out, sounds like a Smashing Pumpkins song I think - does anyone see what I mean? I particularly recommend tracks 6 and 7. I think he was smashed when he autographed my CD, but at least he spelt my name right.
So, not as much work done today as I should have got done, but vodka wins every time. And it was bloody strong. Sadly I am more sober than I was about an hour ago, when I probably would have blogged for England, so I am going to bed.........
Just to end, a quote from the back of the cute card my mother sent me to congratulate me for passing my driving test: To every dog, every man is Napoleon; hence the constant popularity of dogs.
Denise and I have just got back from seeing the guy that opened for REM, Charlie Mars, at a little place called The Media Club downtown. He was so good the other night we had to go and see him again doing his own gig. This time there were only about 40 people in the club, and we had a table at the front. He was just as good tonight. Initially we got chatted up by a couple of blokes who thought I was Australian, but then luckily the music started. Vodka and tequila shots later, we fell out of the club plus one autographed CD each, and plus the phone numbers of the guys who had chatted us up. Which, I hasten to add, I gained appropos of nothing, and vowed to chuck away when I got out the club. I think they're still in my bag though. Anyway, they were both a bit mental. Trust these two to be my first phone number offerers - twenty five years old and I have never had anyone give me their phone number before. Canadians must not be as picky as English people. Or just more short-sighted? Maybe I looked desperate?
Anyway, my legs are still not really attached to my body, and I have a slight headache, but the night was very good. As for Charlie Mars, you can listen to his most recent album (the one we bought tonight) at http://www.charliemars.com/charliemars.html. The fourth song, White Out, sounds like a Smashing Pumpkins song I think - does anyone see what I mean? I particularly recommend tracks 6 and 7. I think he was smashed when he autographed my CD, but at least he spelt my name right.
So, not as much work done today as I should have got done, but vodka wins every time. And it was bloody strong. Sadly I am more sober than I was about an hour ago, when I probably would have blogged for England, so I am going to bed.........
Just to end, a quote from the back of the cute card my mother sent me to congratulate me for passing my driving test: To every dog, every man is Napoleon; hence the constant popularity of dogs.
1 Comments:
Sarah:
On the cute card quote topic, the birthday card I bought for my Granny yesterday had the obligatory cute cat photo on it and said,
"Cats used to be worshipped as gods; they have never forgotten this."
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