BNP baaaaad

Another musical posting, I'm afraid. But I'll try and pepper the music stuff with pithy and astute social commentary.
no not really.

went to an open mic folk night on Wednesday. It was in a lovely pub in Angel in the upstairs room, which could possible have been the loveliest room I've ever been in. It's big, with a high ceiling and windows across one wall, just a shade shorter than the height of the room. Over both fire places hang large mirrors speckled with just the perfect amount of black age spots. The walls are painted a classic light green and an ornate chandelier hangs directly in the middle of the room. Throw in a few people with morning suits and it could have been taken from any of the many movie versions of Pride and Prejudice. Outside, in the dwindling light, a tree covered in white blossoms was perfectly framed in the window. But winning by a landslide, was the ladies bathroom. Looking like it got hit with an art deco stick, it had gorgeous mirrors and elegant chairs --I could have moved in (rivaled only by the bathroom in the basement of The Church on Queen St. -I love that space too).
The music was good too. there was some banjoing (I forgot how much I liked the banjo -one thing I miss being over is alt countryish music), but it was mostly Irish and Welsh folk songs. (The best was Mary Hampton, who doesn't seem to have a website, but does kind of a funky folk fusion)
On saturday I went to this
Belle and Sebastian were headlining, and I stood in Trafalger Square for about four hours because I wasn't sure exactly when they were going to come on. It was a cool event. Lots of 'fuck the BNP' stuff. (the BNP are a scary racist party that actually have a few seats. And as there is an election on the 4th, all the 'fuck the BNP' rhetoric is timely). Anyway, by the time Belle and Sebastian came on I was really cold and getting a sunburn (yes, it's true. cold and sunburnt in the same afternoon -bloody country). I was hungry and my pint of cider had worn off ages ago. So yes, I was in a bit of stroppy mood, but suddenly the sun broke through the clouds and sparkled off the water spraying out of the fountain in the middle of the square and they played Boy with the Arab Strap as a finale and I was watching Belle and Sebastian for free in the middle of london and we were all fucking racism. the world was good again. Babyshambles played as well, without Pete Doherty 'cause he got arrested again.
And speakers kept saying stuff like, we all know why Pete's not here, but he'll be at the next one, like he was a political prisoner and not a junkie. Which is a nice sentiment i guess, 'cause at some point you have to think that he just needs some help and not more jail time.
Then I went to a party in Brick Lane. It was in this amazing loft conversion with a roof terrace. And the roof terrace had a perfect view of the City, Girken and all. But still, as far as city skylines go, I think Toronto's may be better (shhhh)

today, John and I bought a soccer ball and kicked it around in Regent's Park. I should really go there more. It's only about five minutes away from our apartment.
Actually as it turns out, it wasn't much of a musical posting after all.
sorry.

xxxx