Here are some shots of The Edison, but let me assure you that this is only a TINY slice of all there is to see, and that photos BARLY do this spectacle justice.



Now, let me start by saying not only had I been held up in my bunk with the FLU two whole weeks going into this show, but also I was terrified nobody would come. I mean lets face it: this was a night the Edison was not normally open, we were the only band playing, it was a Sunday, and the Edison doesn't even normally have bands. So when the promoter casually mentioned that afternoon "yes, we've pre-sold 75% of the house already"my jaw hit the bar. At least, it would have, had I not been so painfully cool. ;)



This night was EPIC. In fact, i even think Historic might be in order. The Edison was built to be a THE Steampunk club. A Victorian power plant, polished and primped into a work of art. But until tonight (as the illustrious and elusive owner/creator of the Edison told me that night) "we've never before had a crowd that looked like they belong here.

(yes, that is Kato dancing in the first row. And frankly, quite a few people mentioned they thought they saw an incognito Dr. Steel in attandance. I can nether deny nor confirm that...but I WANT to believe.)

Anyway, this has got to be the coolest, best dressed, most interesting and intelligent and friendliest crowd we have yet seen, in the most beautiful and most Steampunk place I've ever been to. We played all night long, and then just hung out with this amazing bunch until they kicked us out.

After the show, in the wee hours of the morning in a back alley under streetlight, gathered around a man cooking sausages over an open fire, me and Kristina and Peter met the manager of The Edison. he was the perfect illustration of focused enthusiasm and authority, and he spoke of a symbiant relationship between Abney Park and the Edison. A Synergy. That together we made something more the either of us had alone. I couldn't agree more. It seems we will do more together.

Not a bad birthday for a Airship Captain.

Currently the world is going through the same thing...and when you think about it, when is the world NOT going through this...somewhere?  I'd love to blame it on religion. I'd love to blame it on government. I'd love to blame it on greed and economics, but in fact the current war is simply a result of mixing all these things the way people always do. If you could remove either economics, religion, or politics from this war, the war would stop. This war is a reasult of all three.

From the standpoint of a child, NONE of these things matters. Nothing important to a child is really effected by any of these, and this makes it grossly ironic that they should suffer so much from it.

Here are some of the lyrics

Deaths hue falling on the faces of the streets lost children as the mortar fire broken in
Nights cold, slipping through the cracks breaking through the walls of crumbling plaster.
Hunger gnaws, I can feel its claws but the pain of a bullet would burn much hotter in the spot light, mounted on the cannon of the tank the prowls.

This should help to identify corpses in the case of any  unexpected incidents. Brass with brass chain, every one with a unique number.

We should be adding these to the market this week.

(note: had there been room, instead of "Expendable Crew" I would have said "Organ Donar, keep fresh as long as possible".)