Living Things were pretty much exactly the kind of group I don’t like. Tight and competent, yes, but all crisp beats and cock-rock riffage in the service of not much. Just my taste, but I will allow that it seemed to be the cup of tea of some in the audience.

Patrick Wolf. A very promising start and an impressive performance, until ‘The Incident’. After ten minutes of “will he come back?”, despite the onstage roadie activity, I wasn’t inclined to stick around to see what might or might not happen, and we left before we heard any promises issuing from the stage. It might have been fatigue setting in after all the delays had turned a three-and-a-half-hour evening into almost five, but it sounds like it would have been worth it to stay after all (if only to hear “Magic Position”). My loss. If the sound he was getting out of the ukulele was any indication of his monitor experience onstage, I suppose his fit of temperament was somewhat understandable. But having seen a few similar outbursts from other artists in the past, I think my tolerence for them isn’t what it used to be. For your sake, though, it’s good to hear your patience was rewarded!

(Thanks for coming!!!!)