When I booked tickets to see Julian Velard , there were 3 London dates I could choose from. It came to no surprise to My Favourite Canuck that I should pick the one date where the venue doubles up as a strip club, complete with red velvet walls, huge guilded mirrors, guilded celings, beaded drapes, sitting booths with orange globe lights on the tables and poles. I must be getting old and too fond of my creature comforts though because as venues go "more than just a touch seedy" but with comfy seats cosy enough to snuggle, good sound and nice cocktails wins over the sticky floors, dodgy smells, variable acoustics and sweaty atmosphere of the likes of Brixton Academy or ULU. Even the support band put on a good show. What more could a girl want? It's going to be a while before Jimmy Dean and Steve Mc Queen comes off my pod's playlist.
I'm such a classy chick me.
11.9.07 10:35
