The Albion Beatnik

This weekend I will be reading at The Albion Beatnik in Oxford.

This shop really is a place to celebrate, and it's an honour to be reading there. I've been looking forward to it for weeks.

Their blog is criminally, but fittingly, un-up-to-date, but here it is anyway...

http://albionbeatnikbookstore.blogspot.co.uk/

And this article tells you everything you need to know about the place...

http://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2013/may/13/the-albion-beatnik-bookshop

 

I'll be there on Saturday evening, the 13th, reading alongside Jo Bell and George Chopping. Should be really great. See you there.

Grasshoppers

Once, I was with a girlfriend driving south down the west coast of America. We were heading towards a town where we had decided to stop for some lunch. As we approached the town, we could see these strange brown shapes on the road and the pavements. We slowed and I saw one or two of these shapes move. We stopped and I could see the town was swarmed with huge grasshoppers. As big as rats these things were. We went into a little diner, trying not to step on any of the grasshoppers that were crawling along the pavement with us, into the diner when we opened the door. Our server told us the hatch happened like this every few years. Not regular, though. It could be seven years between a hatch, then two, then ten, and so on. Our soup was the same thick brown colour as them. When we got back into the car to leave, we had to open and close the doors fast to prevent one of these things jumping in. I can't remember the name of the town, but the last few days I haven't been able to stop thinking about it, or looking at this picture. 

Larry Jon Wilson

This post on James Endeacott's blog made me feel nostalgic for the week or so that Larry Jon Wilson came over to London. It feels like a different lifetime. A few friends and I hung out with him a lot that week, and I still feel good about the fact that I got to talk to him about Arthur Alexander and guitars and writing songs. But mostly I remember us talking about cricket and baseball and how good the first beer tastes after playing sport. Larry Jon gave the lie to the old addage about never meeting your heroes. 

I tell James this every time I see him and I've had a few, but I'm still thankful he brought Larry Jon over, and got a few of us involved in the shows. It will mean a lot to me forever.

http://jamesendeacott.wordpress.com/2014/10/07/larry-jon-wilson-october-7th-1940-june-21st-2010/