"...you called me the boy who couldn't stop dreaming." Sometimes I feel like Dan Treacy. No, when I think about it... not really! On Thursday it was Electric Honey's single launch at the Oran Mor. Any owner of a Tigermilk should know that Electric Honey is Stow College's own label and that each year they sign a new band to release a 7". Only in Belle & Sebastian's case, they baked them enough cakes to allow them to make a whole album. Well, they couldn't just have thrown away the rest of the songs now could they? Anyway, the band Electric Honey chose this year was Wake the President from Glasgow - masterminded by twins Erik and Björn Sandberg (and no, they're not Swedish). It's a double a-side with "Sorrows For Clothes" and "Mail Alice", you can hear both on their website. But if you think "myspace fucking sucks", who'll get to hear "Sorrows For Clothes" on the radio show anyway. It was a nice gig, but the lead guitar was a bit quiet. Wake the President were followed by The Bluebells. I thought "no, it can't be THOSE Bluebells!". But it was the ancient Scottish chart-toppers from the 80's. They were funny. But more in a laughing at than with way.
On Sunday it was the premiere of Monorail's new Film Club at the Glasgow Film Theatre. They were screening Masculin Féminin by Godard, and it was presented by Stephen, who introduced himself as 'a musician'. Before it they also screen what I think was Godard's first short, All Boys Are Called Patrick, on which he collaborated with Truffaut and which was simply amazing. It was cool to see so many people had turned up just because it was arranged by Monorail! Otherwise the average audience for a Godard screening would be about fifteen, I guess. Or fifteen and a half - to be generous. Next month it's The Last Detail, presented by Stuart Murdoch.