Thwarted, as I have been in my attempts to find me a permanent home in funky east-London-town, I'm going to distract myself with a trip to California for a couple of gigs early next month.
Thing is, my mentor-from-another-life-and-time Michael Foulkes who lives in Petaluma (half-way between 'Frisco and Santa Rosa) has invited me over and fixed a couple of evenings with friends in the area so I'm a-going trans-Atlantic to sing me songs. It's tough, but someone's got to do it.
It's Aqus Cafe in Petaluma on Friday 3rd July and Redwood Cafe, Cotati on Wednesday 8th.
And it'll be a thrill to play with local bassist and musical impressario Donny Mederos. See his Pro-Jam night at The Tradewinds in Cotati. Looking forward to it, Donny.
So, cold and unforgiving, tattooed, gritty east-London spurns me for the moment, but warm, loving, long-legged, blonde California opens her arms.
Ah, well...
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