HOLY COW I AM TEN!
Last night I played the final ATD show, with MC Lars, in London. Here’s a picture above taken by a wonderful fellow human who suffered a London hostel just so she could witness the thing:
I had hoped to document the proceedings, but the camera crew didn’t show till late, but if any more crowd sourced documentation comes through I’ll drop it here. It was a joyous event, albeit bittersweet. Shout out Jack and Marv and Pixel and ben for holding me down (and up, in the air during the final song). Thanks to Motorcycle Club Lars for inviting me to come and play – there wouldn’t have even been a final ATD show had he not asked. I’d have just sailed off into the sun.
Thank you everyone who came down and showed love and everyone who said beautiful things about what my music has meant to them over the years. That makes it all mean something. I am very grateful to ave been a part of your lives.
I’m not one for nostalgia (which was considered a disease when the term was first coined), and hadn’t planned any anniversary celebrations – even the finality of the A.T.D.R.I.P. album (get yours here now!) was a last minute, barely considered decision. How crazy, in retrospect, that the last show, a thing entirely unplanned by me, happened on May 19th 2014, the very last day of The Decade Of Don. That is some pretty beautiful symmetry, and pleases my mild OCDness.
Afterwards Charlotte and I packed the remaining merch into Tally, and drove to auntie Nonny’s to collect our sleeping Herc. He looked different, again. He smiled when he recognised me.