OK, so this is a very brief photo gallery of my time at Splendour. Were it not for the strummers, these photos would have been clearer. Here you see an example of what happens when you stand in front of Florence and the Machine’s dressing room with your red hair over your face, waiting for some poor bastard to ask for your photo and call you… Florence. Actually no, it’s my manager Bill. Also featured: my hot band, and a side of stage moment with Mumford and Marling (best backstage neighbours ever. Very quiet and considerate…) x
Backstage, Splendour 2010
I stood in front of the “Florence” sign until some poor bastard came past and asked for a photo with “Florence!”. Actually, this is actually my manager Bill.
Ah, Mumford and Marling, side of stage. Wonderful, actually.
Morro telling Marty which way is North
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SPLENDOUR 2010
OK, so this is a very brief photo gallery of my time at Splendour. Were it not for the strummers, these photos would have been clearer. Here you see an example of what happens when you stand in front of Florence and the Machine’s dressing room with your red hair over your face, waiting for some poor bastard to ask for your photo and call you… Florence. Actually no, it’s my manager Bill. Also featured: my hot band, and a side of stage moment with Mumford and Marling (best backstage neighbours ever. Very quiet and considerate…) x