Even hard line christian fundamentalists can get it wrong when it comes to their religion and even though some in the name of their God travel to Mecca to be crushed or blow themselves up in the name of Allah or give money via mobile ATM's to Brian and Bobbie Houston I bet none of them had to do it whilst listening to Blur mixed in with Alison Moyet and topped off with a hint of Donner Summer. There is a bloody limit to how far one should go in the name of their religion and I draw the line at this I really do.
So I stood with a mere handful to watch Fletch spin his records in my hometown. I have to say I had gone with a great amount of expectation but it didn't take very long to realise that there was a reason this event was free. I mean I guess if I went round to Fletch's house for dinner and he was putting on some tunes then I guess he can play whatever he likes but I am still at a loss as to his play list selection?
I felt it only fitting to show up since Fletch was decent enough to have me on his door list at every show in LA last tour. I was grateful for the free drinks, nibbles and idle chatter with Martin but if he ever invites me over to his house to listen to some tunes, well I think I will stay at home.
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