I answered Doomie’s email questions two nights back, at five am, when I couldn’t sleep - and refused to go back and correct any of the answers. Hence, the interview is as brutally honest as any I’ve done. Good questions, too.

I need to put this link here:
Everett True interview

Last night, I played the Fringe Bar in Kensington Gardens while rain poured down into the North Laines outside, and people sipped their wine and beer, chatting casually among themselves, smug in their shelter. I managed to clear half the place out, with my drunken rants about Vincent Gallo, Courtney, stumbling home at five to find the fridge has moved , the stairs have moved, and not only that, but the entire house moved four years ago and no one bothered to tell you. In between, myself and Chris treated Daniel Treacy’s songs with emotion and respect. At least two people came up afterwards and said they enjoyed it: two! Actually, I think both of those were just saying how much they enjoyed Chris’ Casio sound.

It was like being in Olympia all over again, the relaxed coffee house vibe (no idle banter while I’m swearing, however). Richard Sanderson played some very sweet and haunting laptop electronica, hidden among the rafters, he deserved more attention for sure. Later, he revealed that he’s played the role of both Marc Riley and Una Baines in an early Fall tribute band: second ever show in a Spanish art gallery. Monster Bobby also, played his part: sweet, formative pop songs with the odd affect and taped phone ring sound, love unrequited and found.

A great evening out. And I even had my bus fare refunded.