David fries

"Webster flinched as the heatwave STORMED through the kitchen." — I have always thought this to be a brilliant photo of a friend in Edinburgh, David Webster, taken by another friend, Miles Lang, who should take lots more photos.

I thought of this image last night when sitting tight against the stage of the Metropolitan Room, to watch Lorinda Lisitza perform "One Step Closer to Crazy" with the singer and stage illuminated in a boiling red that made you feel you were at sea in the blood of an unhinged mind.

This may sound disconcerting, but in fact, Lisitza's samplings from the songs of new-ish song writers Joe Iconis and Robert Maddock, were "anthems of exultation" and "songs of depravity." Best of the bunch perhaps (though it is near impossible to choose) was 'Matilda McDort: a hairstyle on trial,' where mad old Matilda hair takes over the world and so she is taken to court; on trial, a match is struck, and her hair burns off; everyone celebrates the demise of her horrible hair-don't, but then the song takes an odd, if appropriate, twist: we start to feel sorry for Matilda, and it ends with a massively joyous anthem to her re-growing hair — silly yet so satisfying!