Wow, what a month - Glasto, now Miss Courtney Love. Like Marmite, I think you love her or hate her, and I'm sure you can guess which camp I fall into.
I received an email out of the blue regarding this gig, and due to less than a weeks notice, I was unsure whether to go or not. I tracked down some tickets and headed London bound! Later I found out it was the day of her birthday and she was playing to 350 people, in a gorgeous hall with chandeliers and lots of swirls of plaster.
I met some great people before hand, which made the evening all the more fun (including a painter who is currently exhibiting at the Saatchi Gallery). When she arrived we all sang Happy Birthday, and she was rather impressed by the turn out and bon homie.
Some of her fans bought gorgeous bunches of flowers, presents from French patisserie house ‘Laudree’ (colourful expensive macaroons) - which she later gave out to her band, and the audience….and they were delicious. And standing by the side of the stage was my favourite mullet-boy Noel Fielding from the Boosh! I smiled at him, and he smiled back. Well you would….wouldn’t you?
She is one of the last 'rock-stars' of the music scene before it all started to head towards ‘downloads’ and ‘myspace’ and bands could that could headline Glastonbury, but you certainly wouldn’t recognise them if you bumped into them in Asda. She’s old-school, still hard-core, mad, bad and dangerous to encounter, and I’m still pleased she’s still around.
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