There's nothing better than a good gig with a nice cup of tea.
I whiled away the ebbing remains of my weekend at a gig at Miss Peapods last night. Martin Harley of the Martin Harley Band is currently doing a solo tour of the UK. His music is a mixture of upbeat blues, folk, acoustic and weissenborn lap slide guitar, it's hard to pin him down to any one genre but man can he pick, and sing and entertain, what a dude! I'd say he's a little reminiscent of John Butler Trio, Ben Harper and the Beautiful Girls but with a much bluesier edge, so maybe crossed with a little Seasick Steve. I was intrigued after hearing stories of his travels taking him to nunneries as a pancake tosser, gigs in skips and improvising a capo out of knicker elastic, very fatigued he stressed.
He really engaged with the crowd, regaling us with stories of trying to soulfully sing his way out of an arrest inspired by a famous 30s blues musician (less successfully) and living the dream travelling across Aus in a battered Holden station wagon only to come back to the UK to work in a hand dryer factory. His music is centred around his relentless restlessness for travel and stories from the road.
Peapods was a fab setting, in one of the new eco buildings with it's mish mash of 60s decor, mismatched crockery and comfy seats, so I really didn't feel out of place supping on my cup of tea rather than necking a few pints of Betty's best (John). The crowd was terribly polite and wonderfully laid back. That was until a trio of exhibitionist art college lady lovers decided to make the 3ft square area in front of my seat the dance floor. Hey I shouldn't complain, I was only inches away from a lap dance from an ample, floral curtain clad be-hind. People pay good money for that sort of thing don't they?