I went down to an open mic in Manchester on Monday. It was very sweet; a rotating tapas board of folk singing of thwarted love, cosmic interplay, and how shit everything it is. I respect all of these themes.
Apparently, the procedure is to record the set, so here are a few photos and videos of me performing. Let’s see how long they will stick around on the fluidity of the internet. Please check out the other performers, too, and you may flimsically flamily flamingishly wish to go down to the Flour and Flagon on a Monday night.
Let peace reigneith, Sam.