Clare Bowditch [Self improvement 2011]

Ordinarily, I would have stayed in bed. A gig, at a dodgy venue, on a Sunday night, late. No thank, I'd rather have some quality time with my blankets and a good book.

But this time I said yes. And Clare Bowditch made me happy that I did.



Clare Bowditch and the new slang played at the Barwon Heads pub last night to a small yet appreciative crowd. Amba and I, plus some friends shook off our sleepiness and went along. Clare's music is all kinds of wonderful. She's also dang funny. We decided that she'd be the kind of person that would be rip roaringly funny after a few red wines around the dinner table. Clare also knows how to swear in all the right delicate places, a talent I hold particularly dear.



I'm tired today, but what's a bit of fatigue between friends? I got to go to the pub, drink beer (our of plastic cups if you please. When did they start serving beer out of plastic cups? I'm not sure I'm a fan of the change), watch Clare add Rhianna riffs to her songs, and hang out with some good people. I'm happy to suffer being tired.

* Meaghan

Clare was playing with Pikelet, which was a wonderful suprise. I'm a Pikelet fan (both musical and edible.)

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