I wasn't able to do my Thursday Hot and Not yesterday, as I was away from my computer all day, first at a conference and then at a gig. So I'm doing it now, and waving my hands in the air like I just don't care (because I just don't care)
Paul Curreri and his new album. Look at how cute he is!
Anyway, his new album California has just come out, so Nic and the two Js went to see him play last night in Taylor John's House in Coventry. It wasn't my favourite ever Paul Curreri gig, but he is my absolute most favourite musician ever so it is always highly exciting to see him play live. He's been out of action recently due to a throat injury so it is excellent to see him back on form. I'll write another entry at a later date about just how good and lovely he is (for example, on the request of a friend, he sent me a birthday present one year. How good is that?!) Hurrah for Curreri :)
Peanut butter on toast. What a yummy treat on a cold day.
Coffee. At the conference yesterday it was *cold* so I drank about 7 cups of coffee to keep warm, then had some more later in the evening in Brown's....tasty and warming and good. I'm drinking some super tasty freshly ground Green Bean coffee right now, courtesy of my sister Smelly, who owns a cafe.
Finally getting my flights booked to go home at christmas. They were slightly more expensive than I would have liked, but I can bring a hold bag to contain all my lovely christmas presents. Good stuff!
I feel hesitant to say this, but I'm going to anyway. Taylor John's House in Coventry. I've seen Paul Curreri and his lovely wife Devon Sproule play there so many times, and I think it could be a really great venue. They attract great talent and the gigs are good value for money. But with all that said, it's never a great gig experience. There is a really off-putting cliquey vibe to the place, so it's hard to feel welcome there. The toilets are really grotty and the bar is very limited. I hate being shushed at the start of the set by the venue's owner. It's good to ask the audience to be respectful of the performer, and it is very good to be able to enjoy a performance without people talking on their mobile phones, but being sushed and clicked at is deepy irritating and quite offensive. I'll continue to go there as long as Paul Curreri plays there, and I'm grateful to have the opportunity to see him live, but I always come away from a gig there with a bad taste in my mouth. (it might be the green wine)