parkandride: I Don't Know My Elbow From My Arse


parkandride: I Don't Know My Elbow From My Arse


To: "Parkandride \(E-mail\)" <parkandride@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Subject: parkandride: I Don't Know My Elbow From My Arse
From: "David Moore" <david_moore@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Date: Tue, 1 Oct 2002 21:45:36 +0100


Hi, I trust all is sound in the landofparkandride.

I am well sound because I got to see Camera Obscura on Saturday, in the very
smart Bush Hall, where they played:

The Sun On His Back
Anti-Western
Suspended From Class
Before You Cry
Keep It Clean
My Sister's Social Agony*
I Don't Do Crowds
Lunar Sea
You're Not A Teenager
Number One Son
Happy New Year
Let Me Go Home
San Francisco Song

(* = the "50's doo-wop 'Blue Moon' -type number featuring some fine falsetto
vocals") on which John played (sang?) a blinder, even continuing the
falsetto into his Thank You. In fact they all shone, whether it was the very
foxy keyboard player with beautiful red shoes who I had never seen on stage
with them before, the absolutely sweet & charming Tracyanne, Kenny with a
more elaborate lead part than on the Peel Acres version of Let Me Go Home,
Lee's thunderous toms on You're Not A Teenager, Nigel's triple quick lips on
Number One Son or Mr Sartorial Elegance himself, 20's gangster suited &
booted style bass supremo Gav.


You rescued my night - Cheers!


Love to all,

David
Chelmsford, UK

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