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@alxanderturners
i haven't see elton john, guns n' roses, or any of your bands live yet. so i've just missed a bunch of good acts across the pond. honestly people will bitch about whatever they want as if that's going to fix anything. you had vocal issues, you could've cancelled due to that, but you didn't so people can calm down.
Disgraceful, Noah. I 'onestly can't even look at you right now. What're we going to do to rectify this heinous fact?
i got so much fomo looking at everyone's glasto photos. the last time i went was in 2015 and i always kick myself for not making time. my timeline has been full of snippets from your show and if people found something to complain about it, they can just shut up and leave. that was a vibe and you guys go hard every time. next year, i'm going to make time to attend and try my hand at camping and not glamping like i always do for coachella. did you get a chance to watch anyone else play? since you're the expert in european festivals, anything else i should mark down in my calendar?
Good year that, 2015. Can't complain about any line up that's got The Who and Foo Fighters on, I'm disappointed that I missed out on that. Did get to see Elton and Guns 'n Roses this year though, so I can't rightly complain. Appreciate that though, love. You should definitely try your hand at proper camping - it's not a proper festival until you've shared a warm beer with someones dad who's camped next to ya. M'always a fan of Boardmasters down in Cornwall which might be more your cup of tea if you're a beachy lady. Instead of bein' held in a field, it's up on some cliffs on the coast 'n you go surfing and do pilates and all that L.A stuff, just with...a more British climate.
ahh, did you really watch? that's really fucking cool, thanks for checking us out. we all go hard for the live show, that's our calling card. if we're not putting on the best performance of the night, i'll consider it a personal failure. thomas is a virtuoso on the guitar, he's just amazing to watch. since she's been desperate to get your number for years, i'm sure that'll be the easiest sell ever. you guys are playing in rome soon, right?
I certainly did, now I'm just gutted I didn't witness it in person. Next time we're playing at the same festival, you can bet I'm sticking around to watch you guys. Yeah mate, 16th July if I recall correctly. Will we be seeing eachother again much sooner than anticipated?
willing to bet i wasn't alone in that feeling but it's history now. good thing the brooding silent thing works for you. won't have too many people asking questions about why you're being quiet. you were right -- i wasn't going to haul my ass out there. way too fucking lazy for that. we've got our italy shows at the end of the month so we can make that longer hangout happen before the 16th. mmm, tempting but it's loads more fun to watch her be pissy about thinking she missed out on being noticed.
I'm actually in Italy from the 14th to the 17th of this month, so would'ya look at that? The stars aligned so we could sip whisky and listen to some Greta Van Fleet together. Alright, I hear ya, nothing better than causing yer bandmates some emotional pain so I'll play along. Only Victoria I know of is a tube station in London.
Depends on what you're looking for in return. Bonus points for not being a creep, so, you're on the right track.
A Deliveroo order for enough Creme Eggs to see me through to winter ought to do it. That's it. That's the going rate for meeting Sir Elton. I was gonna do it for free, but y'know, if I can get Creme Eggs out of it...only an idiot would pass that up.
I donโt know about that, but maybe a little.ย Itโs so much harder to make itย as a woman in music, even if there are exceptions.ย I still get surprised when people know my name.ย Coffee or whatever it is.ย Depending on where you are, Iโm setting a date for that one.ย What are you guys up to anyway?ย
We're in Luxembourg tomorrow, France the day after that, then Portugal and Spain immediately after...so fancy that coffee to go? I know some right brilliant places in France to grab one since I used to spend a lot of time there, but I'm sure your own schedules pretty packed.
We're in Luxembourg tomorrow, France the day after that, then Portugal and Spain immediately after...so fancy that coffee to go? I know some right brilliant places in France to grab one since I used to spend a lot of time there, but I'm sure your own schedules pretty packed.
Those double dates feel like they were part of another life, don't they? Also no, to be perfectly honest I just don't think you'd ever accept any girl he'll date, especially not if she'd be willing to call out your bullshit. Well, well, if we are sharing semi-pleasantries now, for what it's worth I think those people who had shit to say about your Glasto set are idiots. Not as great as your first, but pretty impressive for an ageing rockstar.
It was so long ago, I can barely recall. Or maybe I'm just choosing not to. You still speak to Alexa at all? That's a real nice theory you have there, shame it's not true, I like it when people call me out on my bullshit. Really greens my beans. Mind repeating that for a sec? I couldn't hear you over the kick I get out of knowing you made a conscious decision to walk to main stage and stand in that crowd watching me. Oh Suki, you do care.
well each to their own and hell, that's legit something great to complain about. man, i know. we're travelling to space yet we can't teleport us to the other side of the globe yet? i call bullshit. the powers that be must want us to be missing out on shit.
If they could teleport in Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory, I don't see why we can't do it in real life yet. We've already got the chocolate rivers and glass lifts, what's taking 'em so long with the teleportation thing? Maybe you're right, maybe it already is a thing but the government everywhere is collectively like "shit, but we built so many airports...".
Right?! Itโs an amazing weekend, definitely worth missing such an iconic festival as Glasgonbury. From the top of my head I've got Roskilde Festival in Denmark and Rock Wretcher in Belgium, after that is back to Spain for Granca Live Festival, and I'm finishing my tour going back anf forward between France and Switzerland, I'm finishing at Lollapalooza Paris.
All of those options, and yet not one coincides with us. Gutted. Unless your France date is at the Festival de Nรฎmes? If not, I'm gonna have no choice but to believe you're purposely avoiding ever having to come face-to-face with me.
It hadnโt been a given for Mike to first take on the role of Jack Twist in the stage production of Brokeback Mountain. In fact, when he first got offered to audition for it, his gut instinct had told him not to do it. Was it the fact that it resonated with sides of him that he hadnโt been completely open about? Perhaps. Or not perhaps, definitely. He very much didnโt care what people had to say or what they thought. Mike had never been one to listen or read reviews of anything, ever. He had learned early on that his performance, no matter what he did, was his and his alone. He did his part with the role โ and peopleโs perception of it was out of his hands. It was how he had coped going in to the business from day one. And he was pretty sure thatโs how he had survived it for this long too, cause he learned from an early age not to care about what people thought. That wasnโt to say he didnโt listened to feedback when needed, or that he didnโt care for people who complimented him. He wasnโt a nightmare to direct, he knew that much. All of this had certainly helped him through the West Side Story journey. That was always something people were going to have strong opinions on, but never would he regret taking Riff to heart and then letting him go the day Steven had yelled โthatโs a wrap!โ - leaving it up to the people to form their opinion on his work. Since that day, it had been out of his hands. Being on a stage though, was something completely different. Cause everything happened right there and then, in front of an audience. However, reading the script, visualizing everything in his head, the feeling that he knew he could play that part and play it good โ eventually thatโs what made him reconsider.
If it wasnโt in his old childhood bedroom at his parents house in Ohio, the stage was where he felt most at home. Wheres that was New York, Washington or London โ it didnโt matter. It wasnโt the first time Mike had taken on a role that had him so extraordinary emotionally invested, day and night. Connor Murphy had been with him up until the day he made his final performance of Dear Evan Hansen, and by that point he felt as if he was going to suffocate. He spent nearly three years inside the mind of Connor โ and the way he got himself out of it was firstly to cut off the long hair. โ Jack Twist was different.. He was nothing like Connor.. Nothing really like Mike either. Far more outspoken and extroverted. Not that Mike wasnโt sociable โ but he didnโt exactly strike up a conversation with everyone and anyone. He very much enjoyed the peace and quiet and less attention. But still, there was a part of Mike that not everyone saw, that he could live out and act out through Jack. It wasnโt just kissing Lukas every day, or getting to wear a cowboy hat. But navigating through life, unsure of most things. Mike did not hide that he was bi. He was very much open about it to his friends and family, they all knew. But that was it. He found no reason for the world to know about his private life. In fact he had been completely overwhelmed once the attention after West Side hit. Theater fans werenโt the same as movie fans โ they had a totally different form of respect and Mike couldโve probably counted the handful of times he had felt his privacy invaded before that. This was also the reason he had always been off social mediaโฆ (unless you counted that period of Dear Evan Hansen when they forced him to have one for promotional reasons - he deactivated that account the same night he made his final performance). There wasnโt a reason for the rest of the world to know his status. Despite not giving a crap about what anyone would say or think, it was his life. Only the people he cared about needed to know.
The weeks in London were flying past him and by this point, he was halfway through the production. Each and every other night, someone well known stopped by to watch the show. Friends and family and former colleagues made their way to watch the production. It didnโt matter that the seats werenโt filled for every performance, that never mattered. What mattered was putting on the best performance for every person that was there, every showing. And also not falling off stage, which he had been way to close to doing during rehearsals. Once the final performance rolled around, Saturday matinee followed by the evening performance, Mike was exhausted. Some Saturdays heโd gone out for drinks with Lukas and the rest of the gang, or friends. Other times, he had gone straight back to his flat for the summer and passed out.
Feeling the strain in his cheeks much like other days from smiling for pictures, videos and in general interacting with the kind people who always waited at stage door, Mike said his goodbye to the final people. When just as he was about to return inside a familiar person caught his attention. โAh hey man! Glad you made it.โ Reaching out to shake his hand as an expression of gratitude that the musician had taken up the offer to come around for a show. โYeah yeah man, absolutely. Let me just grab my stuff upstairs and Iโll be back in a second. You can wait inside these doors unless you fancy being stopped by people passing by..โ
As he stubbed out his cigarette, Alex couldn't help but feel like some mysterious character in a 1950's gangster movie, lurking around in the shadows of the fire escape that ran up the side of the theatre. The sun had gone down, but that still didn't quite provide the anonymity that they'd need to walk around central London together - every corner wasn't far off someone who would stalk you with a camera phone, so the musician had called in a driver who could at least take them to an area where Mike wasn't such a hot topic - or, without being presumptuous, take Alex back home if the actor had declined the invitation. After all, he wasn't really sure what he was expecting Mike's reaction to be to his presence, but at least his tone sounded chipper - despite the accent taking him by surprise. "Yeah, you're alright mate, I'll wait in the car. See that Merc right there?" Gesturing off down the back road, Alex began to make his way towards it, walking backwards so he could pre-warn Mike about the can of worms he'd opened up by tapping into Alex's repressed thoughts a little too well. "I 'ope you 'ent got a show tomorrow morning, 'cause I reckon we're in for a long night".
Words werenโt necessary to assure him he was in fact not interrupting, if he had been sheโd hardly cling to him now similarly to the way sheโd held onto the man she was meant to be next to right now. There was a certain fascination that came with watching the two interact, like worlds collided only that sheโd brought those worlds closer and into the others orbit to begin with. Something that might be dangerous only that she could hardly focus on the fragility of it all right now. God knew sheโd learnt that mixing inspiration and pleasure was dangerous when sheโd gone through a break up and then somewhat fell in love again mid recording her previous album. โIs that my brand? Charming love songs?โ Gracie asked in mock offence though if push would come to shove sheโd argue the case that sheโd probably had trademarked sad girl songs at this point rather than love songs. Arguing that at least would be easier than arguing that Hayes had been a muse for anything sheโd written lately, but the singer had been so smooth in his answer even she for a second believe that might have been the case. While Alex had not taken credit for her musical evolution she could sense that he was trying to insinuate something sheโd been more than happy to deny. Something that became impossible when the other came out with the fact that the boots had indeed been a recent gift from Gracie.
โYou wanna talk more fashion or can I put you to use?โ She interrupted what felt like ridiculous chit chat before she placated Hayes with a kiss that was certainly meant for Alexanders eyes before she told him sheโd be right back - a semi truth since even if they wanted to keep it brief she knew the moment her and Al would find a semi quiet place to discuss the song she had rasped in an audio late last night and sent him was would most likely not be brief - which was also why sheโd grabbed a bottle of wine from the kitchen to keep them company.Her eyes had fallen on his girlfriend briefly, obviously aware of her without necessarily being acquainted with her which meant she had little qualms to just walk back to Alex, empty hand absentmindedly reaching for his. โYou wanna tell her where youโre off too?โ She offered with a shrug of her shoulder before she added. โHayes has a makeshift studio set upstairsโฆ!โ
When you'd spent so long writing in close quarters with someone, you tended to get a generally good idea of who they were as a person, and what really made them tick. How could you not, when you'd witnessed them crack their head open like an egg, innards spilling all over the paper in the form of beautiful musings? So it wasn't like he needed the confirmation that perhaps there was a reason talking to the man before him felt like talking into a mirror, but Gracie gave it nonetheless by completely diverting the subject - a technique that earnt a smug smile from Alex, as it was exactly what he'd expected her to do.
In the short time span when Gracie had disappeared off to the kitchen, Alex could feel himself getting sized up by Hayes. They exchanged very little words, all of which were laced with the type of fake pleasantries you'd feed an evil stepmother while left alone at the family barbecue. What Alex really wanted to ask was if he'd ever really experienced love in his lifetime - because if he had, then he would've known the difference between a real kiss, and the kiss that Gracie had just given him. And he was just about outspoken enough that he just might've, if she hadn't returned in the nick of time. Head turning over to Louise's direction, Alex could make out the French singer getting acquainted over champagne flutes with a couple of women, and decided she'd be just fine where she was. "Ah, she'll be alreet, she's a big girl-" plus, it wouldn't have been hard for her to take one guess where he'd disappeared to. And she couldn't have been too surprised. After all, she had been the one driving the getaway car out of his last relationship. He was comfortable with Taylor until Louise had pulled strings with a mutual friend to make sure she was on Alex's radar, and once she was, he'd admit, she held his attention with an iron fist. For some time. Yet still no wedding ring. Alex wondered sometimes if he was capable of loving another woman after Alexa, or if short term bursts of fiery infatuation was all he'd ever know at this point. As soon as his attention was diverted, it always felt like falling hard and falling fast...until it didn't anymore.
Maybe that's exactly what this was, and whatever hold that it was Gracie held over him, he'd managed to convince himself that he wasn't going to give it life, and yet here he was, being willingly towed upstairs, fingers interlaced in a hand-hold that was just inappropriate enough for a 'work relationship' to make it exciting. Once they were in the 'studio' and the door was shut, the bustle of the party was immediately drowned out, and finally he could hear himself think. The stern, determined Alex had been reactivated, like someone had put a penny into the slot on his back, and he immediately began inspecting the equipment in the room. "Decent set up", he divulged, fingers brushing against the mixing desk as he wondered if he could do Hayes part of the job better than him. But that wasn't his forte. Instead, he perched himself upon half of the stool before the keyboard, leaving enough room for her petite frame and beckoning her over with a "c'mere".
She wasnโt sure how long heโd already been in the crowded room until her eyes had roamed over the familiar faces to land on his, but the moment it did she was itching to get up from the spot on the couch next to Hayes where sheโd been comfortably lounging against the man sheโd been seeing for months now. Admittedly, she had been drifting in and out of conversations for a while, fingers absentmindedly fiddling with the collar of her partners semi-unbuttoned shirt, a motion that only came to a halt when sheโd spotted Alex. Gracie had invited him and yet had doubted heโd show up. Not that it had kept her from scanning the room, willing him to show up โ a wish that had now been granted.
There was a bit of a rehearsed coolness to the moment, maybe because sheโd already played this scenario out in her head, Alexander meeting Hayes, Hayes meeting Alexander, not least of all to shut her friends up who had started relentlessly teasing her about her clear infatuation with one of the men. And so, her head was still leaning against her boyfriends shoulder as she beamed up at Alex once heโd made his was through the crowd which has felt like it taken an eternity though it probably had been mere moments. โLook who is gracing us with his presence!โ She greeted him grinning, words possibly laced with the remnants of some sort of liquor before she actually let go of the composer/producer she was dating for the first time this evening, naturally gravitating towards Alex even if it was just to embrace him for what should have brief moment. Only that her arms were still draped around his shoulders, albeit loosely, when she turned her body back towards the other man to introduced the two, either missing or ignoring the slight undertone in her boyfriends voice as he addressed the singer. โThe man who makes her music better!โ Words a clear repetition of something she had probably said previously to explain the amount spend either with or talking to the other musician. @alxanderturners
Alex had always hated 'hollywood' parties. An introvert at heart, he had always gone to afterparties merely to appease his band mates, especially in the earlier years when networking was half the key to success. Nowadays you'd be lucky to find him tagging along with Jamie and Nick whenever they'd step out to pubs after shows - it was always an early retreat to whatever hotel they were staying at for Alex, back to the creature comforts of journaling on any flat surface or watching Only Fools & Horses on the tele.
"I still don't understand why you're driving across state to go to a party full of new bloods-" a term that she'd adopted for people who were up and coming in the industry that she used to love so much. Nowadays, he hardly heard Louise sing at all. He wasn't quite sure whether it was something to do with their slowly deteriorating relationship not giving her much to sing about anymore, or something that she'd played into a lot in their early days to impress him. "M'not going for the party, love, I'm going to discuss that track Gracie's got in the works. The one that I've got a good feeling about, remember? I played you a bit last night-"
"Mhm" Louise shifted on the bed, dressed scantily in one of his dress shirts, frenchies, and nothing else. It was almost a clear plea to stay home with her instead, but suddenly Alex was naive to her attempts at salvaging the relationship. "Well, I guess I could just come with you then". He wasn't going to protest or mention the fact she hadn't shown an interest in tagging along until Gracie's name was mentioned, instead he nodded his head, pulling a blazer over his shirt and rolling the cuffs of it up. "If you want". She may as well have not been there. The moment they had arrived, Alex could tell she was perhaps even more uncomfortable than him. The majority of the guests at the party were at least a decade younger than them, and while Louise's comfort blanket was saught after in champagne in the kitchen, Alex had kissed her on the cheek and began searching for the one person who wouldn't make him feel like such a black sheep. It didn't matter that by the time he'd found her she was already draped over another guy. In fact, he'd kind of expected that. What mattered was the fact she'd peeled herself off the man - who he immediately registered bared a certain resemblance to him - and came over to him, like a moth to a flame.
"'Ello you. Hope I'm not interrupting anything-" Snaking his arms around her waist, Alex could feel the slight sleaziness that he hadn't felt since the events that caused him to pen 'Do The Bad Thing' radiate off him as he made eye contact with her fella over Gracie's shoulder. "Alreet, mate?" Despite the fact he'd never even heard Gracie mention this man, who couldn't intimidate him if he tried - despite him standing much taller - Alex cooly transferred the credit onto him. "Reckon that's you actually. She must have one heck of a muse to be able to pen as many charming love songs as she does. Sounds like someone's got a lot to answer for with this new one". Finally, Alex peeled himself away from the brunette and extended a hand to the other male, ring clad fingers meeting other ring clad fingers, and the similarities didn't stop there. Following the poplin fabric of his dress shirt, Alex gave a nod towards the man's cuban heeled footwear with an all-knowing smile that would possibly mean nothing to Hayes, but everything to Gracie. "Nice boots".
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Something had shifted in Alex recently. He found himself staying out later, going to parties that he'd lost interest in long ago, essentially anything to avoid going back to increasingly suffocating hotel rooms. He wasn't entirely sure if it was the lifestyle of life on the road that he was growing weary of - or the person he was sharing it with. The more he pulled away, the harder Louise tried. If it wasn't coming to all of his shows, it was arranging 'girl dates' with his band mates wives, calling his mother for catch ups that consisted of a lot of vapid small talk, or even posting him on social media more and more - that she knew he hated - as if she had something to prove. It all would've been endearing, if it didn't feel so claustrophobic.
Just the other night, he'd been out in Glasgow after the show, which was rare enough in itself, when he'd caught a man smiling over the bar at him. But that wasn't unusual. He'd grown used to the all knowing smile that said "I know who you are" - what was more unusual was his bodies response to it. For the first time in a long time, instead of dreading the common request for a selfie, he had sort of wanted the man to come over. But he never did. That alone was enough to make him pull the "not tonight, darling, I've got a bangin' headache" excuse out the bag when in bed with his girlfriend later that night.
Once again, he found himself back on home soil, doing anything to keep himself occupied. He wasn't sure whether it was his prior conversation with Mike that had brought him to see Brokeback Mountain, or the sheer coincidence that he had walked past a large poster announcing the show on the side of it's theatre. Whatever the case, it was a decision that had left him in near-tears. Whether it was the intimacy of the performance, or how true some of the moments had rang, Alex knew he had to commend the man who had brought him here.
Throughout the entirety of the show, his eyes gravitated towards Mike - whom was playing the bolder character, who was evidently more in touch with himself than the other - and he was reminded of Miles. He remembered precisely the moment his best friend had burst into his life, in the very early days of The Little Flames. Every body harboured a crush on the band's female vocalist, but Alex had gravitated naturally towards the man who would have a massive impact on his life. He was a much better guitar player than him at the time, and once Miles had begun to help him improve with lessons down at the local park, they fancied themselves as the next Lennon and McCartney. Even went as far as donning matching Beatle-esque hair styles. It wasn't until years later that Miles had put their friendship on the line on some random Tuesday night. Alex could remember it vividly. He'd told Miles about his plans to move an ocean away with Alexa - things had started to get more serious than he'd ever anticipated - and Miles' response had been to lay a kiss on him. A kiss that he could never quite put his finger on. Had it stirred up so many emotions within him because it had tested his very real love for Alexa? Or because that love would always be shared with his best friend?
Over the coming years, a lot of casual kisses followed - each one more daring and exciting than the last. They'd pose it as just dicking around on stage, though what they followed it with some nights was far from playing up just for the sake of the crowd. Once it had moved into private quarters, Alex was no longer certain if he was straight, bi, or only had feelings for one man. And he would never speak on it. Even now, he hadn't told anyone about his history with Miles - though he had a feeling those closest to him had always known. After all, how could they not?
"One heck of a show, that". After the last of the remaining stragglers at stage door had dispersed, Alex had waited until Mike was within ear shot to catch him before he made his way home for the night. "You fancy a beer?" @mikeefaist
gracie: shock, horror, surprise. okay, can you stop making that sound like itโs a bad thing? Iโve deffo seen you bop along and itโs officially the best car music ever. you should make your swiftie status official and come to a show - plus see me open ofc.
gracie: see, you already practiced what to say itโs basically just a matter of execution now. she really rolled her eyes though? Pfft. No youโre not cause Iโll keep the collection growing obviously, would be rude to deprive you now.who knows what weird stuff I find out fits in my mouth next.
gracie: okay even I see how that could be misconstrued, still not a sext tho
gracie: [voice note]
gracie: itโs rough and I have no real idea where this is goingโฆbut I read a comment somewhere that all I do is whisper into a microphone and thatโs the kind of momentum Iโd like to keep doing
al: lets not spread these slanderous lies, any afore mentioned 'head bopping' was me being thorough with checking my mirrors, and that's the story that i'm sticking to. i might have to come along to a show one of these days, though. purely so i can enjoy watching people scratch their heads tryna work out what the hell i'm doing there, and not at all in support of my protege getting her big break. al: you almost sound like you want me to be a single, lonely 37 year old has-been. al: .... al: okay i'm gonna do us both a favour and delete those middle two messages. al: your music does have a certain ASMR quality to it, but i rate that highly. it's your sound, and you should certainly stick to it until it no longer serves you, nobody else. as for the demo...when are you free? i'm booking us some studio time.
to be fair, you are a bit peculiar, so he's not exactly spewing lies, although he isn't projecting sanity himself. yeah, should i anticipate a series of tweets from him now? wicked. but seriously, the entire concert was free of charge. hell, even metallica did it for the cause, and it turned out to be one of their most monumental concerts ever. that's when you know it's all about the music. ten-year-old daniel woulda smacked you for saying that, but i can't deny solid facts, especially when the people i talk to hardly know who radiohead is. pint at the kings head.
You're not exactly the poster boy for sanity either, brother. Why'd you reckon we get on so well? I 'onestly can't work out if you, me, the Gallaghers, Ozzy and David Attenborough would be a dream or a nightmare blunt rotation. If anything even remotely like that happened again I'd sign up straight away, but everything's about either the money or exposure nowadays. If something were for charity you can bet it'd be plastered bloody everywhere, because apparently it's not a good deed until you can gloat about it online. Let's make it a Thursday so they have the pub quiz on? Just wanna prove to you once again that I hold the title of both beauty and the brains in this friendship.
we came into the event with a lot to prove and i think we did a good job. the crowd was rocking and being so loud, an absolute dream night. put in a good word for us next year, mr. headliner. that's all it would take? i don't usually speak for the band but in this case, i doubt anyone would really mind. consider it done. let us when you guys are free and we'll get in the studio to fuck around with it.
Just took it upon me-self to watch some of your set online, now I regret not being able to make it in person. You're a weapon on those drums, mate. And your guitarist pulling the teeth-playing out of t'bag? Reckon I don't need to put in a good word for you, the talent will speak for itself. Well, we could throw in Victoria's telephone number for good measure, but I'd also be satisfied with a good old fashioned jam session.
