Greetings earthlings. I write from a hippy hotel in San Francisco. Much as it pains me to admit in public, I’ve never been the biggest fan of this city. That said I haven’t exactly spent masses of time here. It just grates with me when everyone treats somewhere as such a fucking meccah. It immediately makes me start picking holes in it. Maybe that’s just me being an arsehole.
The shows with Steve Soto and the Twisted Hearts have been fantastic, and it’s a shame that they’re coming to an end. Still, I get to spend more quality time with Look Mexico after today, and that’s no bad thing. Northern California is breathtakingly beautiful, I’m definitely planning on ending my days somewhere around Big Sur. Los Angeles was beautiful, unhinged and trashy as it ever is, and I think we’ve made big headway with my plans over here – more on that in the coming months.
A surprise party for y’all: my good friend Jonny Awsum has a new show, called (wow) The Jonny Awsum show. It takes place at the Met Bar in London, and it generally insane. I’ll be playing there on the 21st April, but it’s invite only. So, this is how it’ll work: the first 30 people who send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org with the subject line “I must touch Mr Frank” will get an invite and be able to come down to the show. It’s 18+ (sorry) and it’ll be running late. More info goes to the people who win the places. Good luck!
To finish with, here’s some lovely footage of my recent Nottingham show with Gaslight.
Frank Turner Live at Nottingham Rock City taster video. (Please help me by filling out the survey) from jack lilley on Vimeo.