Mondays are of course normally reserved for swimming club, but after some serious MySpacing, Steve-fun John persuaded me that this should be an honourable exception.
And so it was that I lent my ears to the boy Foy for the evening at Luminaire accompanied by my larney safa chums, Candice and Ryan.
Foy was insanely amazing – that’s coming from someone who couldn’t actually tell you the name of any of his songs for lack of long term fanmanship. It was a musical joy ride; all the track layering you could hope for, soundhole singing and my favourite, the guitello (playing the strings with a bow of course).
It should be said Luminaire is a great venue – it’s tiny and contends with a tube in rush hour for intimate-ness, but the sound was sweet like chocolate balls.
Foytastic.