>Heaven may come and heaven may call, but I won’t be there – Kasabian

Everyone has good days and bad ones, right? Well yesterday I just couldn’t bring myself to do anything due to my substantial lack of inspiration. Some might call this laziness. To these people I give the middle finger salute. Artists cannot perform like monkeys at a goddam freak carnivale (I write “carnivale” and not carnival for a specific purpose here) at the drop of a hat or a crusty peanut shell, however I suppose when I finally enter that big wide working world,inspiration is something I’m going to have to cultivate. Otherwise I might just end up working at a goddam carnival.

Sunday was crap. I was tired, dejected and sober and the only thing that really cheered me up was the prospect of seeing Pope a little later on in the evening. And then I got a fortuitist phone call from Mikey who decided that it would be a good idea to go to Somerset West. On a Sunday. Well, my day couldn’t really get any worse, could it? Ek jok, fokkit. But seriously, I put Somerset West on the shelf there with Bellville, Durbanville and to a certain extent Stellenbosch because, well, they all take 30 minutes plus to get to, if not longer.

At The Nameless Pub Mikey seemed quite taken aback by the “pretty” crowd and I suppose to a certain extent he was right. Everyone was washed, combed and had on their best Sunday suit. And no one smelled. If you go to The Shack on a Sunday, you’re bound to make friends with a hobo. Right… soooo… Nameless Pub. Pretty People. Hmmm. Next Saturday sees the launch of iamlovechild, which I’m sure closer to the time I will go into a little more detail about, but basically, from a musical perspective it’s a group of highly talented individuals who make shit hot musi c and who – for a want of a better verb – jam. And mother of god do they jam well.

Even though there is a stage outside at The Nameless Pub, the “Akelian Circus” performed inside on a level footing with the audience, which made for a lank interesting dynamic during set and artist changes. But because Mikey has asked me to write a little something something about our experience on Sunday night on the LMG blog, I guess this is where my in-depth analysis of the night comes to an abrupt halt monkeys. When Mikey puts it up, you can find it heeeeeeeeere. I will say this though, “Somerset West got it going on yo!” There’s gotta be an abbreviation for Somerset West. Or maybe just another name like Stellies is for Stellenbosch. Maybe I should just start calling it Somerville? Hmmm.

Highlight: Frosty’s (click on the link children to claim your prize) overall drumming and shouting at whoever was doing the sound (highly entertaining), Julz’ vocals on an Imogen Heap cover and Helderview’s Phil, full stop.

And on a side note, I’ve abandoned the use of exclamation marks. They’re the bottom feeders of punctuation.

Helderview’s Phil Joubert. Quite possibly one of the most awesome people I’ve met in a really long time.