Guinness in a plastic glass. Must be in Glasgow again. And in a basement too. The basement of the Admiral Bar. Bluesbunny has come to see Lykke Li. Perhaps to worship her.
There is a support act. Bluesbunny can see her. Don't know who she is or what she is singing about. Maybe the sound guy hates her. Certainly he manages to muffle every single word she sings. He must have a reason for doing that. Don't know what it might have been though.
Then there is Lykke Li. All the way from Sweden to Glasgow. People here like her. You can tell as she encourages them to move closer to the stage and they do. Different sound guy too. You can hear every word. The songs dance round you. Yes. "Dance, Dance, Dance" opens the set. Indie pop but quirky too. She sings. You listen. You have to. Encouraging a Glasgow audience to dance on a Wednesday night. She does. They do. There is something theatrical about this four piece band. You want retro disco slapped around and made fashionable. That would be "Breaking It Up". The crowd sways and it isn't the breeze. Bluesbunny looks around. Mesmerised, that's what best describes the audience. They applaud. Loudly. Can anybody make rap cool? Lykke Li can. Ah, you thought only the French could do that. No sir! Lykke Li can. Bluesbunny heard it with his own ears. Magical. And then she was gone.
Can't even think about chicken pakora on the way home. No. Need to buy a Lykke Li album. Just have to.