I sat in the beer garden during the support acts, drawn into my book instead of burying myself in the throng inside. I came in for the main act, at least. Somewhere amongst the short-haired heads, just for a few moments, I could see a figure bathed in light as he held his bankcard-stickered guitar and moaned into the microphone in the middle of my current favourite track off the new album, called nautical miles. Hauntingly evocative. I knew I'd come here for a reason.
(no pictures, sorry, there wasn't really any room for camera-toting)
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