A blog about theatre, art and life, by Megan Vaughan.
In many ways, living in Leicester is ridiculously difficult. I always thought that living in ‘the digital age’ would make it so much easier to be apart from friends and family, but what it actually means is that you get countless Facebook invitations to gigs and parties that you cannot possibly attend. There’s a Red Deer Club gig coming up with The Miserable Rich, Inspector Tapehead and Kathryn Edwards all on the same bill, and I just can’t get there. I have to work in order to even do this degree in the first place and I can’t just go gallivanting around the country because some people are going to play some songs 150 miles away.
I did, however, make it down to London on Thursday night to see The Travelling Band, who sound like a cross between 2007 (the greatest year ever) and home. They were doing a free gig for Lee Gorton at Kings Cross Social Club, and I drank lots of cloudy cider and heard stories of my Dad’s adventures at Larmer Tree Festival this summer. (Don’t worry - I won’t tell Mum.) And for a few hours I was listening to a great band and talking about illegal downloading with people who interest me. It’s not impossible.