Last night the Snake Mountain Revue hit its regular haunt in Wimbledon at Hidden Away in Bertie's Bar. On the bill were myself, Trent Miller, Benjamin Thomas, The Lorcas, and JD Smith. Whilst it's always my intention to focus on the music itself rather than the usual bullshit that inevitably happens around it, I have to share a truly remarkable moment that occurred at the end of the night.

All night the poor Lorcas were distracted and distressed by a dying pigeon in the courtyard outside. Our poor feathered friend had, to all intents and purposes, given up the ghost and after an initial attempt at movement had become completely immobile from about 8.30pm onwards (and all this in spite of Emily C Smith's valiant attempts to revive it with mushy peas and a few drops of water). However, at approximately 11.30pm GMT we were all leaving together when Trent Miller accidently walked into the said pigeon. He actually dragged it under his feet for three or four metres before he realized what was happening and freed it from his boot heels. To our delight, our previously comatosed friend got up and walked!

And so the people beheld the first miracle of Trent Miller.

Going back to the music, the Harrisburg Family Band performed old favourite, Pessoa's Grave, for the first time without original songwriting buddy, Paul Gilbert (aka The Ascendancy On Trial) as Andrew Hall took over lead guitar duties on the song. The full setlist was as follows:

1. The Circle Ain't Broken
2. Rolling The Numbers
3. Pessoa's Grave
4. Size Zero Blues Again

I'm off to see The Lorcas play the Easycome Acoustic Club (still the best night out in town) tonight and there are rumours our miraculous friend, Mr Miller, will also be in attendance. I look forward to the next feat with baited breath. . . .

Peace, love, and understanding. . . .

Harrisburg