The downstairs area is full to capacity. You grab a pint
from the upstairs bar and filter onto the balcony.
YOU HAVE SPENT THREE POUNDS
It’s actually great up here
and you have a fine view. You relax in your velvet chair and get ready for the
show to start.
Jeffrey arrives on stage to rapturous applause. This almost
feels like a homecoming show, such is the enthusiasm from the audience. He is
joined by the polite looking Peter Stampfel and other assorted backing musicans
– including Fenic from The Wave Pictures, you notice.
The set is, of course, sublime. Jeff seems genuinely
thrilled to be in Wakefield
and he jokes with the crowd between the excellent, quirky, perfectly constructed
songs.
About halfway through the band slip into an instrumental, at
which point Jeff pulls out a sketchpad. He looks around the front row of the
audience and spies someone on the front row. He begins to draw it as the band
continue to improvise.
As they come to a close, he rips the drawing from his
sketchpad and holds it up to the audience. The picture gets a massive round of
applause. Then he informs the audience “Ok, this next one is called Cult
Boyfriend.”
The show ends, all too quickly. It was one you will remember
for a very long time, but you simply don’t want to leave.
YOU GO OUTSIDE
