“And a big blood hound in the back of a jacked up Ford.”

Last night I lost another virginity.  Last night I saw Clutch live for the first time and there is likely to be no better live musical event for me this year.

They were truly amazing. Tight, but not clinically rehearsed; loud, but in a good way; rock, yes pure, unadulterated, blues-inspired, stoner-flavoured, sex music from the very soul of the American Dream.  If you have a chance to see them in Birmingham (you’ll already have tickets as it’s sold out), London (be quick!) or the Hard Rock Hell festival in North Wales in early December, or for our friends in the US, all over the country between September and December, then I urge you to see them.  Guaranteed to satisfy, they are one of the great hard rock bands of the nineties and noughties, and right now they appear to be on their very best form.

Find out more here (official site) and here (wikipedia)


365 Ficlets – #102 ~ “Idol”

“Is that?”

“Where?”

“Over there. It looks like him.”

“Oh my God! It is him! I’m going over to talk to him; I mean I have to. You know?”

“What are you going to say?”

“I don’t know. I’ll probably say something about how much I love his lyrics, how impressed I have always been by their depth and wit. Either that or I will just stand there with my mouth slightly open and mumble ‘hi’ and ‘I love you’. We’ll just have to see.”

As I watched Nicola wander across the street to say ‘hello’ to her idol; her favourite band member from her favourite band, I could not help but smile. It was right that I stayed in the pub and watched from afar. Sure I like their music but she is a real fan; tagging along would have been tacky. As I looked around the bar I could see other small groups being left by one or two people, fingers being pointed out of the window. By the time Nicola came back, the object of her admiration was surrounded by fans; credit to him he was smiling and chatting, not running from them.

“He’s lovely.”

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This Ficlet has been directly inspired by the real world meeting between my friend Cathy and (one of) her idols Neil Fallon, lead singer from the most excellent Clutch. She met him outside the Tesco on the Cowley Road in Oxford, yesterday evening, before we went into the Zodiac (I refuse to call it the Oxford Carling Academy) to see the might Clutch play – they REALLY rocked, by the way.