I went to the Punters Club tonight to see some live music. One of the acts was a chap named Seth Rees. He played a guitar through a multi-effects unit, set to various reverbs and delays, creating lush ambient soundscapes. Highly recommended; as young Alex would say, gorgeousness and gorgeosity.

Though then there was the crazy woman sitting at the table beside mine who kept going on, in a thick Scottish accent, about how I should buy the CD of the band that played before I arrived, and how Molly Meldrum lives down the street from her and is gay. I didn't get whether she approved or disapproved of Mr. Meldrum's alleged sexual orientation, though.

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