I fucking missed him (in Galway). Dan Deacon came, saw and by all accounts melted minds... And I missed him. Alas, it could not be helped - such is the frivolous hindrance of Work and Responsibility - but the annoyance will not relent. The glowing reviews of Nialler and Aoife offer little solace. You guys!
Now there is little for me to do but wait for his return to our shores in November or December. Cheers for the heads up Master Nialler. The lyrics to "Wham City" are already firmly ingrained in my feeble brain, however I shall follow your lead and share them with the blogsfolk:
“There is a mountain of snow / Up past the big glen / We have a castle enclosed / There is a fountain / Out of the fountain flows gold / Into a huge hand / That hand’s a held by a bear / Who had a sick band / Of ghosts and cats and pigs and bats / With brooms and bats and wings and rats / And play big dogs like queens and kings / And everyone plays drums and sings / ‘Bout big sharks / Sharp swords / Beast bees / Bead lords / Sweet cakes / Mace lakes / O MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA!!!”
I'm totally gay for that song. Until the (calendar) winter Dan! You wonderful freak!