We hit the clubs, what ass, I was hoping to have her in the sack

Ah. The world loves me again. Subba-cultcha featured a brief but very nice review of Scrape The Paint, which said “A gorgeous voice, and a set of songs awash with angst, pain and beauty… melancholy, minimalist and touching” which was really nice.

My life is turning into a causal loop. Oliver, who reviewed Scrape the Paint recently got in touch to mention his having seen me play at Robin Ince’s night, a couple of regulars at Robin’s night came to the gig I did with The Monroe Transfer tonight, which also featured Fireworks Night, whose keyboard player works with Olly Mann from Answer me This!, and while playing a Sound of The Ladies gig on Friday I bumped into Gemma Burditt, who created the animated film for The Monroe Transfer’s I dreamt I was a hammer and everything was glass and who, it turned out, knew the gig’s promoter, the lovely Tim Eveleigh. I’m becoming concerned that I basically know 3 people and they’re running around trying to look like a crowd. It looks as if that number is dwindling and soon everyone I know will be me in various hats. Finally we’ll reach a singularity of infinite interconnectedness, and achieve nirvana.

That’s the least likely endpoint of a record review I’ve ever heard.