On Friday night we launched the Bearcraft debut single at a wonderful party hosted by N+K.
N+K worked wonders to bring the woods into the venue (With N rushing off into the garden with a saw in his hand to manically ravage some of the local flora). We were surrounded by buddleia, creeping up over our heads and drifting into our drinks. Jessica's nocturnal woodland creatures sneaked around behind us, flickering gently in the candlelight as projections of Bearcraft beauties loomed.
- Bearcrafters
We showed the Werewolf video in full which had a rapturous reception, to the relief of me and director Chris King, who sheltered behind the buddleia during the showing. 
- Watching The Werewolf
And this was followed by a drunken and passionate Bearcraft performance, joined onstage by some publicity seeking spiders, imported from the buddleia and lowering themselves into the limelight on their wickedly woven webs.
Adding to the performance was the encroaching buddleia, which joined in on a keyboard solo, smothered me during the Werewolf.
- Bearcraft in the Enchanted Forest - Photo by Nick Davies
It was great fun though, and really spooky, like really trying to play a gig in an enchanted forest, with all the trees and creepies coming to life to join in the music.
The night was mired/enhanced (delete as appropriate) by some well timed rocknroll violence at the end of the evening. The organisers of the party, N+K were in a backstage room when I carried my equipment in, away from the maelstrom of the party above. They were arguing about something or other (I won't tell you what, but it's hilariously brilliant) and then suddenly it got a bit out of hand and punches were thrown. I felt the need to intervene. I tried to get them to make up but the apologies extracted were said through gritted teeth, and my continued reconciliation attempts only suceeded in causing another explosion of rage. Storming out of the room, shouting "Don't give me this hippy shit", K slammed the door so violently that it stopped being a door. The party-goers upstairs felt the shockwave apparently.
It was a few minutes before we tried to leave the room and found that the door mechanism had broken. After a while a crowd gathered outside and pushed, while I pulled, to no avail. Eventually N had enough and escaped through the window. I found myself alone in the room, arguing through the door with those the other side trying to help. Eventually someone suggested I took the hinges off, and called me a muppet, and I snapped too. (If you read this, I was rude and I'm sorry)
The door stayed shut and I relucantly climbed out of the window too. It would take power-tools and sobriety to open it the following day. After the tears had dried and the alcohol worn off we all hugged and said sorry, shook, made up and reflected on how alive those wicked werewolves are.