Some people are a little mysterious, and I didn’t realise that the Johnny Russell who I knew was cutting my friend Kelli Ali’s hair, was the same one I knew from my nefarious days on the dancefloor…well, bob’s yer uncle and the BBC’s yer auntie, I was escorting my Tantric Tourist, Dana, around town pursuing a haircut of the finest sort, and in we walk to BLOWW and there is the hairdresser/DJ himself. I think he’s rather good.
Today, I fly in their cape.
Dana and I then met with Kelli, who I hadn’t seen since she’d been recording in LA, had a lovely lunch and inspiring, honest day at the office…hurr hurr hurr. I came back and hit my keyboard into submission till now.
Kelli Ali, go on buy her music