This is good timing: no gigs attended in December and nothing in the diary till 1 February and now into my in-box comes a review from the legendary Rob Zanders (author of Playing Away, now sadly out of print, a mean man on the harp and a friend since we were eleven).
A hymn to all that is good about seeing smalltime bands in dodgy bars, and an overdue relief from my own deathless prose - you can read it here. Thanks Z.