Last year, the prospect of not going to a gig for nine months would have seemed preposterous and unthinkable. And yet the Working Men's Club show on 20th February was the last I'd been to - until Wednesday, that is. Big thanks to Buzzard Buzzard Buzzard for getting me back in the game (kind of).
As someone for whom gigs are (as for Jude Rogers) "a glowing, thrilling realm of communal feeling" dependent on physical presence and proximity, I can't say that streamed shows had held much appeal at all. But credit to the Buzzard boys for tempting me to break my duck with the promise of new material performed in the grand setting of Cardiff's Portland House. It didn't disappoint.
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