Cosmic Church Concert

Now it's not everyday that the Flea ventures to church, especially not on Friday evenings (he's been on a Sunday but that's only to worship at THE Church, where the devout families of Carlsberg, Heineken and Kronenbourg help wash the communion burger down) but that's where he found himself with the Daffodil last Friday.

In the vicinity of Holloway, they went along to a nearby church after hearing news that a concert of sorts was going on in this holy venue. Upon entrance, they were greeted by an almighty scene from the 70s, with late-budding flower power children strewn about the place surrounding a disparate group of 'musicians' and their musical paraphernalia in the centre. However, the Albert Hall this was not (though one or more of the musicians may have had a Prince Albert) - the music was drug-inspired and the ear needed drug-injection in order to appreciate it (we're not talking The Doors or Hendrix here, who were at least musically talented before they took the drugs). Well, imagine five people each attempting a different song but believing that they're in some kind of harmonious universal synchronicity and creating mind-melding music (sadly not the case).

Luckily there was some provision for the children of the earth who made up the audience, in the form of space cakes, paradoxically being sold from some non-environmentally friendly tupperware boxes (there were probably more substances to be had but it looked like the musicians had taken it all). Indeed, there were a few hippychicks swaying about like cornstalks in the wind, so the cosmic cacophany was at least being appreciated by some. However, the scene was too lean for the Flea and the Daffodil who decided to depart with Chamone and the Shiny One, but not before they met Him.

Mama Flea had always warned the Flea to be wary of men with large handlebar moustaches and this one loomed large. To be fair, the guy was gently tripping and full of love for all and sundry. Well, it's not everyday that you meet someone who in serious tone, introduces themselves as Rod Lightning, whilst not wearing the spandex outfit of a WWF wrestler. The Flea said something about a flash in the pan, which seemed to momentarily amuse/confuse Mr Lightning and the boys made a quick escape.