Strike a Match

Fair play it was a great weekend. Friday saw Sian and I travelling to Brussels to celebrate her brother, Hwyell's 50th birthday(left). It was a right cockney knees up! It wasn't really. It was  a great mash up of music and friends. Friday night round at their house with Sian's family for a party, it was such a good night that Sian and I spent most of the next day lying down in our hotel room,

Saturday was Hwyelapaloza, where the extremely gifted Hwyell played in three bands in the louche Franz Kafka bar. The Saturday night was a great mix of covers and dancing. Sian's Dad also celebrated his birthday, a staggering 80 years and blimey both Jones parents were up and cutting a rug into pretty late. Great night and both Sian and I felt the worse for wear the next day.

While we were enjoying some down time I realised that there was a gig happening. My mate Captain 'Keef' had recommended it, and Sacred Paws are a Marc Riley special. I knew that we'd be back in Cardiff in time, but would I be in a fit state to go? I'd certainly be knackered, but I thought 'Yeah what the hell.' So for the second time this year I dragged myself out for a last minute gig. Funnily enough the gig was just below the venue where I saw the first gig of the year. 'Ten Feet Tall' is a tiny place but the sorta place you really want to see a band in, down in a dingy basement, it reminds me more than a little of the much missed Barfly.