Here I am, advertised accidentally as Queen of Cool.
As many times as I might wonder about my dodgy musical name I reckon queen of cool has got to be worse than queen of uncool. That said, an adjustment was made, and people came to this little intimate venue in south london and had cake and booze and tea. And made drawings…
It was a good night, and my guitar just about behaved. And I might have made some new friends and simultaneously offended people. And that's what is so magical about my gigs in general.
In all seriousness though, it's about the vibe, and there was definitely some of that.
