Song, by Toad

Given that, as far as I am concerned, I already live in something of a music Mecca – not Edinburgh per se, but Scotland in general – it only makes sense that when holiday time rolls around I should head for the other great global centre of sulky indie-folk: Portland, Oregon.

Home to so, so many great bands, home to the Pickathon Music Festival, home to more rain even than Scotland, this just seems like a wonderful way to spend the next couple of weeks.  I am working early on, in fact I have four or five interviews lined up over the course of the festival, and there will be videos made as well, but after that I am subscribing to the Mrs. Toad philosophy: “I do fuck all.”  She’s right, it’s a holiday, blogs and jobs can wait.

So I’ll be posting, but not that much.  After a couple of brilliant Campfires & Battlefields babysittings, I am handing the controls over to Dylan, Song, by Toad photographer and beer-guzzler extraordinaire.  So be nice and kind, make lots of comments to make him feel welcome, and I will be back and on the go on Thursday the 14th August.  Until then, erm, good luck!

Dead Kennedys – Holiday in Cambodia
Franz Ferdinand – Jacqueline