Leaving London this afternoon following a successful fortnight of musical adventures. Pacific Soul Ltd. had a nice run of shows from North to South. I enjoyed each show. They were all gratifying and I'm grateful to have had the opportunity to return to the UK to perform.
Cavern Pub made for a superb warmup/introduction for the band and for playing with Jon. We were in good hands with his steady beat. What a profoundly cool person and top musician.
The Cavern Club show was a barn burner. The energy and the audience were on point. The most fun I've had playing there yet. Thanks, IPO!
Our gig at the Jacaranda was a welcome surprise. Getting to play on a true relic of the Beatles' halcyon days was indescribable. So I won't try. Our harmonies were tight at the Jac.
Rolling out to Bradford was an Amazing Race. Driving on the right side of the car/left side of the road on a bit of a Magical Mystery Tour. Ate some good curry up there. The audio difficulties we had were countered by the good times we had with old and new friends.
While we were in Liverpool, I picked up some new vintage clothes. Always looking for cool vintage clothes to wear on stage, especially the British-type. Fab gear. I also found a couple of record shops and tea houses throughout the tour that added to the fun.
Croydon was the next stop and that show felt almost like a homecoming with Peter opening for us and a great vibe/sound in the room. Also, you have to love any venue that will do tea during a rock show.
Our gig at Medway required a little travel via train. Two big highlights of the trip occurred. I spotted and possibly scared Pulp's Jarvis Cocker in St. Pancras Station when I clearly recognized him and gawked like a superfan. Second, when the highspeed train pulls into Richmond you see a ruined Castle! Then the show was 2 hours of raucousness, soul and harmonies. PSL makes that a thing.
To wrap up my run, after more afternoon teas than an episode of Downton Abbey, we hoofed out toward Highbury for our set at 12 Bar. 12 Bar were wonderful hosts in an eclectic venue that looked like an electric church thrust into a split-level concert hall. Surreal.
My favorite moments consistently in the shows were the performances of "Your Majestic Rejection"/"Portland." Close runners up would be anytime Adam, Teresa and I sang harmonies; or watching Jon play the drumkit so tastefully.
Time to power down the phone. What a ride. Can't wait to do it again Britain. I have to do this ever time, but thank you family, friends, fans and bandmates. You have all supported me in my continuing recovery and in the pursuit of my dreams. Cool. God is great.