I just came back from the wedding of a couple of brilliant friends of mine – which I could write about at length because it was really wonderful, but because that’d be a bit off topic I’m just going to talk about a specific cool thing that happened. A lot of the couple’s friends are musicians, and I was asked, with others, to contribute some music to the reception. Also present were Mimi and Vicky from Aqute Couch. Now, the name might not be familiar to many, but back in the day Aqute Couch rocked the house.

There style is pretty hard to describe; they use classical guitar, double bass and the blend of Mimi and Vicky’s voice to create theatrical, dynamic, surreal pop music. Imagine a cross between Tori Amos and the Tiger Lillies as a starting point and go from there. What to me was always incredible about their music was the interaction between the bandmembers; the timing was always incredibly fluid, hinging on the phrasing of the lyrics and interplay between the two vocalists. On this occasion, their guitarist was up in Manchester, so given that I can play precisely one Aqute Couch song (Treat-a-Lady), they asked me to join them.

If you want to get a feeling for my frame of mind at that moment, imagine a hitherto unfilmed Bill and Ted (or Wayne and Garth, your choice) movie where they somehow arrive backstage at a Van Halen concert, only to find that the drummer has broken his hand and bass player has missed a connecting flight and can’t make the gig.

[Eddie Van Halen]: No way man, we can’t pull the gig now. All these people have come to see us.

[Dave Lee Roth]: Hang on, hang on! Bill and Ted know the songs, right? Why don’t you guys jam with us for this one night, then the concert can go ahead!

Yup, I’m kind of sad like that. Then, of course, I spent the run up to the performance worrying that I was going to be the guy who fucked up Mimi and Vicky’s performance of my favourite Aqute Couch song. To top it all, the pair hadn’t performed together for about two years, so there was an additional Pixies/Spinal Tap reunion vibe too…

In the end, it went fine, I didn’t fuck it up too much, and they sounded great. It was like being on stage with the fuckin’ Stones. Just call me the indie schmindie Ronnie Wood.