You have a great spot, right on the front row, and you relax
in your velvet chair feeling rather pleased with yourself about the excellent
spot you have searched out.
Jeffrey arrives on stage to rapturous applause. This almost
feels like a homecoming show, such is the enthusiasm from the audience. He is
joined by the polite looking Peter Stampfel and other assorted backing musicians
– including Fenic from The Wave Pictures, you notice.
The set is, of course, sublime. Jeff seems genuinely
thrilled to be in Wakefield
and he jokes with the crowd between the excellent, quirky, perfectly
constructed songs.
About halfway through the band slip into an instrumental, at
which point Jeff pulls out a sketchpad. He looks around the front row of the
audience and spies your rather beautiful face. He smiles. He definitely likes
your face. He begins to draw it as the band continue to improvise.
As they come to a close, he rips the drawing from his
sketchpad and holds it up to the audience. Your face gets a massive round of
applause. He quickly signs it, hands it to you and informs the audience “Ok,
this next one is called Cult Boyfriend.”
The show ends, all too quickly. It was one you will remember
for a very long time, but you simply don’t want to leave.
