George Clinton and the P-Funk All Stars.

Monsieur Sebastien Tellier C'est Bon

Well went to see the above mentioned musical mentalist last night, not that familar with his work but we were treated to a mix of rock and roll, melodic chugging builders of tracks, think basslines, (while backed by very competant musicians), poetry, piano melodies, haunting solo vocal arangements and unsually also his comedy stylings. Apart from the excellent live skills of his band he also drank red wine which he deemed 7-Up, and whiskey which he deemed apple juice, he introduced his keyboard player as Simon the paedophile and when someone shouted Sarkozy from the crowd he self flaggellated himself with a sweat soaked towel, he insulted his mother but telling us how short and fat she was, and also informed us as to how when naked he was a beautiful person. If all this was not enough to make this an unforgettable night, we were treated to his own version of what was a fusion of jazz ballett and modern dance in slow motion and topped off by kissing and licking his microphone and the hand of Simon. We left with smiled on our faces searching for superlatives to describe the night - however the sentence we settled upon was "that was really enjoyable".

As we strolled down Camden St with one thing on our minds........................Burgers! We passed the d.j. from the evenings earlier almost religious experience ,all we had was a casual but still thrilled "hey man great gig".We turned again and before there was a moment to start contemplating toppings on beef patties there he was,turning the corner meandering towards us with a bottle of champagne in hand,THE REVEREND BIG DADDY KANE !!!!!
Fuck ME

The Wonder of it all

I was blind but now I can see.