Drown me in Carrot Juice. It’s time to face the New Year.

A military general would be a fool to announce an invasion in December.

A gardener would not seed their flower beds in July.

A bat would not dream of hibernating in May

So too, would a band be apparently imbecilic to schedule a performance on 5^th January.

 

The conditions are decidedly unfavourable.

Let’s consider the landscape: workers have recently awoken from a festive haze and been dragged kicking and screaming to their respective offices. As the winter lethargy descends upon the nation, people are more likely to be found wrapped in a blanket with a cup’o’soup, rather than down the local club with a Flirtini. I can hardly blame them; my Christmas exile in the countryside had not been the restorative retreat I had imagined. Instead of regular yoga exercises and Gregorian chanting, I had submerged my head in flagons of ale, tumblers of whiskey, and bowls of burnt black coffee.

Kites therefore arrived at the Notting Hill Arts Club feeling somewhat bedraggled and despondent.

Imagine then our surprise when, as we alighted onstage, the dance-floor began to overflow with heaving, sweaty bodies. The band roared through a pacy set with Taio spending a good deal of time playing his guitar from within the audience!  Without doubt, it was one of the most energetic live performances that Kites have had the privilege to partake in.

I’m not known to be superstitious but, if I were, this surely signals a good omen for Kites in 2011.

I, for one, am moist with anticipation.

Thank you to all those who came.