The aughts are calling to me

A flurry of callbacks. To 2009. 2010. Even a little 2008.

DMing with Katy Anderson on IG. Bitd she shared her soulful vocals at every club in Camden Town. Monday nights, Blues Kitchen, cover after cover for diners and drinkers and a few dancers. Other nights sharing her own songs at haunts like the Green Note.

It was a wild time of cross-creation and collaboration. Stage to stage to stage. Audience to audience. Audience to stage. Any/every night of the week you could find us, this gang of poets and singers and songwriters and instrumentalists in an upstairs room or a lock-in. Tabarnak, IKToms, Folk-A-Dot, Down Home, PoeJazzi, Lyrix Organix… another night, another gig. Another night, another dazzling.