She shot me down

Alela Diane was wonderful last night at Birmingham Town Hall. In fact, the whole show was a bit magical and I'm so glad I went.
I first heard about Alela Diane when I heard her vocals on the Headless Heroe's The North Wind Blew South. It was the soundtrack to my Amsterdam trip last year. I heard it on the radio, and fell in love with it. It's great when that happens. You hear some new music and BANG, right away you love it.
I doesn't happen enough, but I must admit it happened again tonight when I heard a song called What Elliot Said by Megan Henwood.
I don't know anything about her, but I do know she's got an amazing voice and that song pushes all the right buttons for me. I downloaded it as soon as I got home and I'm listening to it now. Christ on a bike, it's bloody good.
Lucky me.
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Saw three beautiful baby boy gerbils in the pet shop today, nearly came home with them.
Got to be careful with that stuff, I'm a sucker for anything small and furry with a twitchy nose.
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Playing at a posh golf club over Sutton tomorrow. I'll take some sandwiches because it'll be a long day. And my birthday book, can't remember what it's called, it's in the van.
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I'm not getting any weblog comments these days, is anyone still visiting? please say hello, you can be anonymous. I just like to think there's someone visiting, then I'll post more I reckon. My old weblog got shitloads of hits, but I get the feeling 'un' is falling on deaf ears. Perhaps that's a good thing?
Please click the 'comment' button and send me a 'I'm still here' message so I don't feel like hanging up my blogging boots, eh?