While Drew was busy today, I joined Emily and Kerry for a walking tour of the area near St. Paulâ€™s Cathedral, on the south side of the City of London.Â Apparently Emily has become friends with some credentialed London tour guides, Keith and Gordon, whom I had the pleasure of meeting.Â It is amazing the amount of history they have stored under their hats!Â These gentlemen surely have very full social calendars; they know the whole city by heart as well as most of what there is to do.Â Keith gave us plenty more information than I could ever remember about the buildings in the area that had been destroyed and rebuilt, whether due to bombings or refurbishment requirements.
We ended our walking tour at the Museum of London.Â Though it looks rather unimpressive from the outside, it houses a fantastic amount of information on the history of the city as well as precious artifacts.Â The collection of exhibitions are well presented and inviting.Â Currently, the museum is undergoing refurbishment on the lower level to accommodate for exciting new features.Â I wouldnâ€™t mind visiting the Museum again, less tired, less snotty, and less frozen.
Although the headache was quite prominent by this time, the night was still very young.Â The walking tour group headed to the Sir John Oldcastle pub; Drew joined our group there.Â Drew and I celebrated our first beer of 2009 and enjoyed a curry.
We met a few more of our group and were privileged with more information about events around the city and additional bits of history before moving along to our final destination.
The Slaughtered Lamb, in Clerkenwell, is a nice place to enjoy a drink, a hot pub meal, and live music in a part of town that is rather quiet on the weekends.Â Trusting the expertise of our new dear friends, we are able to recommend the chips, but can only give three stars to the fish due to itâ€™s low crunch factor.Â The portions are healthy, and the atmosphere isnâ€™t bad, but crunch is a rather important factor to this group.
I know you are wondering how we stumbled upon The Slaughtered Lamb.Â Upon the urging of Kassi Thomas, and seeing how the venue happened to be in my neighborhood, it felt right to be at Levi Weaverâ€™s show â€“ despite the low grade fever, exhaustion, headache, and runny nose.Â It was well worth the late night to say the least.
If Bob Dylan, Thom Yorke, and Coldplay had a baby I think they would name him Levi Weaver.Â And I hope my saying so doesnâ€™t offend Levi at all…Â Armed with a pick, a haunting voice, a drummer, a borrowed guitar, two loop pedals (one of which may have fried mid-Of Bridges Burned), a harmonica that was missing early in the set and later returned by mic b (Mike B.), and a borrowed violin bow, Levi won my heart.Â It might have taken a lot less, but I think it was the fried equipment and mislaid instruments that made the night so special.Â It was cause for conversation that tied us all intimately into the performance â€“ even to the very last note of Which Drink.Â Kassi Thomasâ€™ name did come up, in fact, and Levi spoke sweetly of my dear friend.Â Thatâ€™s good; Iâ€™d hate to get all redneck in public.Â Under the lights.Â On stage.Â Like the time I was on Springer.
The lyrics are haunting and intelligently crafted, riding on a voice that lifts up one of your heartstrings in an unexpected way, and sneaks in.Â If you arenâ€™t convinced by the recordings you can find on his site, I would beg you to give it another listen live.Â Experiencing his candor, wit, and spirit enhances the mere poetic vibrations â€“ which are lovely on their own â€“ and creates a tangible connection to the universal themes of love, loss, and the peace that only comes with hope.