Showing posts with label New Cross Inn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Cross Inn. Show all posts

April 30th - Day 12

Anita Maj is a Rock Chick. We thought so when we saw her, and her website (Anita Maj - Singer Songwriter and Rock Chick) thinks so too.

Tonight she and her band were rocking at The New Cross Inn, one of a number of music pub venues on the clogged up stretch of the A2 that wheezes and splutters through New Cross.

https://www.anitamaj.com

September 28th - Day 163

The advertised act at Oliver's Music Bar in Greenwich wasn't playing. I don't know why. The man from Oliver's who broke the news to me gave no indication that there was supposed to be someone playing tonight, but according to their Myspace the scheduled act was Jade Trio. One person called Jade Trio, or three people known as Jade Trio? Maybe I'll never know. A Google search uncovered The Jade String Trio, but they're based in New York. Maybe that's why they weren't there.

So I found these guys busking in the short alleyway that leads from Cutty Sark tube to the town centre. I made a note of the name on the cd they had for sale, but only in my head, and now I'm not sure what it was...M J Jones?

And later on, when I had to change buses on the way home, there was something going on at The New Cross Inn, so I popped in. What initially sounded like a generic punky racket morphed into a rather likeable base-driven escalating punk jam that sounded a bit like early Fall and was the last song of the evening by Hygiene.


April 3rd - Day 350

Hmmm....not a great picture. The band was Ambassadors of Morocco. They were playing at The New Cross Inn in the early hours of Saturday morning. I've had a bit of flack from some people who reckon that seeing music early the following day (ie before I go to bed) is somehow cheating. I wouldn't, however, have counted this gig as the previous day's music (and neither I suspect would my detractors), so if I decide not to have it one way, I reckon I can have it the other [stamps foot on ground, folds arms and says "Huh!"]

I don't remember an awful lot about The Ambassadors of Morocco's music. Their myspace says they sound like shoemakers, which doesn't help.