Jonola14

ART BRUT-AL

Working in the music industry is reputed to be all glitz and glamour - rubbing shoulders with the stars; having famous names in your mobile phone’s address book; and going to random parties and getting drunk with people you don’t really know. I can assure you, having been involved with Glasswerk for eighteen months now, that it really isn’t like that at all. Well, not all the time.

Last night, Alex and I went to see Art Brut at Fabric in Farringdon, London. Knowing that the band was on late, but not knowing just quite how late, it threw a spanner in our return journey’s works when we found out they were not on until 1am. Not wanting to marr a great evening by worrying about late night transport in London, we watched Art Brut’s art rock performance from the very front of a packed crowd and enjoyed the show. I even caught the drummer’s drumstick (not chicken) when he tossed it into the crowd at the end!

By the time they had finished, it was too late for us to get the last train home so we hung about and chatted to Art Brut front man Eddie Argos who then invited us to the after show party at his friend’s flat just down the road. By that time it was 3.30am. The after show party then turned out to be more of a gathering of Art Brut and a few select best friends, and us.

By 4am, we were drinking Bombay Sapphire gin with cranberry juice from a cereal bowl. I hate gin, but there was nothing else so I felt compelled to tuck in. Half an hour later, we were on Bombay Sapphire with orange juice from a plastic measuring jug. By 5am, the neighbours had been up to complain about the volume of the music AGAIN so things wound down to a steady stop, allowing two hours sleep (maximum) before we rose and took an early train back to Watford.

How very rock’n'roll, although we didn’t throw any televisions out of any windows (it was a big widescreen one and it looked heavy).