All the way from New Orleans to Jerusalem

Well, well, well, this bastard's changed hasn't it? Not from the point of view of you, as a reader, obviously, it all looks the same, but for those of us writing it. Massive differences. Wow. Again.
In any event, I've just been to see Nick Harper tonight. In any sort of fair society, he would be a star, dominating the pop charts with his unfathomable guitar playing and songs of amazing power and purpose. As it is, we'll have to make do with the next winner of Pop Idol. There you go. Democracy. Or possibly apathy. People vote for that fat woman, and Mr Tony Blair, without really considering the alternatives. Or even, often, knowing there is an alternative.
Anyway, Nick Harper. As my friend Neil put it, "The Jimi Hendrix of the acoustic guitar". Utterly stunning. Go and see the man if you have the chance.
Meanwhile, the other top pop concert coming up this week is Wreckless Eric, in Walthamstow. Go to that, too. On Friday.
As for me, it seems to time for bed, now...