Wah Wah Hut

Long long ago, when the continents were forming, I chanced upon a Wah Wah Hut. It belonged to Tut, a King of sorts. By day it hosted a jukebox containing mellow jazz and a host of other things - perfect for a little beer accompanied reading. By night it was a haven of new music - slightly less conducive to reading.

They Might Be Giants played there. That remains one of my all time favourite gigs, and Tut's is in many ways the perfect venue. Stage at one end. Bar at the other. A maximum crowd of 306 keeps it intimate.

Anyways. Fast forward through the eons. All grown up and pretending to be respectable, it was time to venture back. This time for the beattastic Death in Vegas.

A perfect end to a perfect day.

There was even an impromptu shadow puppetry exhibition, as blipped.