More silence, no excuses. Sorry. I’m just back from four of the most genuinely crazy, yet perfect, days playing at the Cross-Linx Festival all over The Netherlands – Utrecht, Eindhoven, Groningen and Rotterdam (I then popped to Amsterdam on the Monday for a meeting, too). It was all The National, Owen Pallett, Efterklang etc etc. Really rather good. I learnt many things about the Dutch language, which really is the most confusing thing in the world. “Gr” denotes this intense phlegm-producing “crhuh” kind of ordeal, which for a timid Brit, is quite emotional. Anyway, I was playing Daniel Bjarnason’s ‘Bow … Continued