Mick Farren has personal observations on the horror, the horror.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
WITH OUR FOG, OUR AMPHETAMINE, AND OUR PEARLS…
Well, actually, with none of the above, but The Edgar Allan Poe Blues Band will shortly be setting off to Glastonbury Fayre prepared for anything from overdose to liquefaction –although I suspect we’re too cunning for fall victim to the former and too old for the later. Our attention is to play our music on the Spirit of 1971 stage, the very best we can, be adored by all who behold us, and then scuttle back to our TVs, our urban beds and our Sunday breakfast before we’re tempted to damage ourselves. That’s the theory. I’ll tell more as the adventure unfolds.