There's plenty of light still left in your eyes

When I got home on Tuesday after the Okkervil River show, the almost full moon was casting an ethereal lavender glow across the stillness of the land.


Okkervil River are one of only two bands I've seen in living memory when during the quiet bits you can't hear some fucking idiot loudly proclaiming their irrelevance on this planet.

Everybody here comes from somewhere

Seems to have been a very musical start to the year for me. I've picked up Sandy Denny's 4 studio albums, Okkervil River's Black Sheep Boy and the new Black Mountain, and I've listened to more. I've seen Thistletown in a folk club in Euston, The Broken Family Band at the Cambridge Barfly, Okkervil River at the Scala, Dropkick Murphys in Norwich (don't ask) and hopefully Elbow this Tuesday in Queensway (cheers Ken). Okkervil may have laid down the benchmark, a stunning show, as passionate as Neil Young leaning into Old Black, but the sight of a stage full of student girls dancing up with the Murphys will keep me smiling for a while!

But somehow, I can't stop listening to the new R.E.M. single.


Listening to R.E.M.'s Supernatural Superserious