a wee jaunt
Sunday saw an overturning of centuries of tradition. The day of rest was destroyed and replaced with unadulterated carnage in the shape of a shit-tonne of Detour & Bar Bloc.Meeting up for a quiet afternoon pint in the west end with a who’s who of Scottish music, taking in an as-always-uplifting and heart warming set from the stupendous Stevie & The Moon before taking to the subways and forming a makeshift samba percussion ensemble, including random old couple that got all over the cowbell!
Marched from St Enoch to Mono by The Second Hand Marching Band in full swing before being led (a little too convincingly) into the men’s toilets by Ally Mcrae for a stunningly beautiful set by Rachel Sermanni. I’ve never fallen in love in a gents toilet before. I’m glad I waited until now.
In another toilet, this time the ladies version, Energy! front man Ross Leighton blew me away with his talent. Then someone told me he was 17. I went from loving him to green loathing in that split second. What a guy, what a moustache!
This Silent Forest took candles in to a(nother) toilet in The Admiral. I would have thought it would be a little dangerous with all those cleaning products, as it turned out, it was like a lovely evening in with great music, and urinals.
Then…Bronto man! Bronto fucking Skylift. Destroyed Bath Lane, scared off the police, nearly killed people, made the loudest noise that can ever still be described as beautiful.
Admiral Fallow somehow followed this in The Flying Duck. Not a clue how, but they did, and they did it really, really well. Louis melts me, he’s great. Squealing Pigs inc. mass sing-a-long was absolute highlight of my day.
As would be expected of such an adventure, we ended up in Bloc destroying our chances of a long and healthy life. In the spirit of our Sunday shenanigans, Amen!
I took loads of pictures but as the day progressed I drank more and more beer and grew more and more liberal with my focus ring.
Here’s a few of the ones I like. There are many more over on the Detour facebook that tell a much better story of how the day went than I could hope to.
Perpetual thanks to Alistair McCrae and David John Weaver for making life better for everyone.
The aforementioned ‘Bronto Fucking Skylift’
Rachel Sermanni…swoon….
Squirrel of ‘This Silent Forest’ fame
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