The Pogues. Remember them?

I finally got my gear. Now I can go to work. The interesting thing? That's not it.

Yesterday I spent a long time talking with the gentleman that delivered my stuff. Turned out he was a drummer when he was a little younger. Not a casual drummer, a serious drummer who among other gigs played a long run of dates with the Pogues.

Now that is seriously cool. Oh, my gear is here too, but delivered by an ex-member of the Pogues. That has got to be some kind of sign, don't cha think?

Finally here

Phew. We're finally here.

The trip over was pretty calm, all in all. The music starts pretty quickly. Tonight I'm gonna sit in the audience and listen to a band that is from (I think, so don't hold me to this) Sheffield that does a Rory Gallagher tribute called Raw Gallagher. Be interesting to get a look at one of the local rooms, see what a Scottish blues audience looks like and watch someone else work for a change.

Peace and love all. I'm sure this will get more interesting as time rolls on. Just wanted to let those of you checking in that we arrived safely and that as a thursday night passed without a blues jam, it felt really odd sitting at home with nowhere to plug my strat in.