I love spontaneous evenings. There I was, sat at home (after having dragged myself to the gym), watching a DVD, annoyed at having no internet access, when I get a text from friends saying that they were at a nearby pub to see The Dirty Royals, and why didn't I come along.
Why not indeed? Half an hour later, I am there, with a pint of the Czech Republic's finest in my hand. The band came on, and well, they were amazing. The describe themselves on their myspace page (http://www.myspace.com/dirtyroyals) as "a head-on collision between classic British Pop and gritty Punk on the Pacific Coast Highway". That summed the evening up pretty well. They exuded dirty energy and took the crowd along with them. There was even - wait for it - dancing, which is almost unheard of at Oxford gigs. And I got a song dedicated to me. OK, so my friends had the same thing happen to them when they saw them last week (a gig, to my chagrin, I chose not to attend because I was too tired. That'll teach me), but that isn't going to stop me enjoying the moment. They even asked my name, which surprised me so much that I almost forgot it. I nabbed a set list at the end so I could find out the name of my song - Back For More. Which is apt, as I will be, but who knows when. The drummer is from LA and is heading back there. He needs to come back soon.
My friends enjoyed it so much one of them removed his shoe. Rock and Roll.
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