Surf's up

Last night was a bit special. I went to see The Surfrajettes - who had come all the way from Canada to play their own distinctive brand reverb drenched surf music. They were playing at The Old Cold Store in Nottingham - a venue in town that just keeps going from strength to strength (they've got The Hanging Stars there in a couple of weeks). I first wrote about them during lockdown which, as we know, was a strange time for everyone (in the piece I mention seeing a ghost so, yeah, strange days indeed, most peculiar mama). 

But no ghosts last night. Just four extremely talented musicians at the top of their game. Tight. Unstoppable. Funny. And red hot. 

The Surfrajettes - Paint it Black (2026)

I Had too Much to Dream Last Night

It's only Thursday and already this week I've had two back-to-back nights of lockdown dreams; my first since it began nearly four months ago. I'm usually a good sleeper as well, so dreaming of social distancing is not what I go to bed for, can I just tell you. I even got up at 3am a couple of nights ago just to break the cycle. I went downstairs, put the kettle on and read a couple of chapters of my book. (Then again, I'm currently reading Kafka - perhaps that's not helping?) Maybe tonight I'll dream about the Surfrajettes instead.

The Surfrajettes - I Had too Much to Dream Last Night (2018)