sweaty pit

On my way home through the balmy evening, I popped in to see the Anti-Folk gig organised by Tom Maine, of David Cronenberg's Wife's renown (see link). Sadly I had missed DCW, but caught Paul Hawkins and the Awkward Silences, and liked them very much indeed. I won't explain why. Worth mentioning though was the great t-shirt, the electric saw, and the shirts-off climax in the final number, where the great t-shirt, flung in rock and roll abandon narrowly missed a jigging slender girl right at the front of the crowd of twenty-five people. It remained on the floor for the closing bars and applause, but was whisked up into the arms of another excited young lady seconds before i could reach it. I hope he got it back. I met George South again after many months and that was good. I met his wife Nadia (which i believe means 'healer' in another language) and that was good. I met Tom and though good it didn't work, because our conversation seemed to coincide unfortunately with only the very loudest parts of the songs being played (something about wrestling?), and he was in demand, so I became nervous and blurted out ill-planned questions, as you do with people in demand: 'So, do you come here often?', 'Do you know the people in the bands?', 'How old are you now?'. That sort of thing.