Dear Eugene Kelly...

A few years ago, I was in King Tut's in Glasgow, and, I must confess, I was drunk.

The Posies had just played a fantastic gig, and I was chatting with some fellow Posies fans in the bar. We talked about what a great gig it was, and how stoked we all were - even though with hindsight, it was like a scene from an 80s American prom movie.

At one point, a girl I was talking to said "OMG - there's EUGENE KELLY!". Ever the walking musical encyclopedia, I replied.... "Who?"

"EUGENE KELLY! You know, the Vaselines! Nirvana covered them!"

"Really?" I said...

"Yeah! Well, I think it's him... I can't ask him if it's him though...."

"I'll do it!" I drunkenly volunteered, and asked the girl to point the Suspected Eugene Kelly out. She did, indicating a guy in denim jeans and a dark jacket.

I casually staggered over to the guy and said... "You're Eugene Kelly, right?"

"Who?" said the guy

"EUGENE KELLY! You know, the Vaselines! Nirvana covered them!"

"I'll be whoever you want me to be, darling" said the equally drunk guy at the bar.

So I went back, and told the girl that I didn't think the guy was Eugene Kelly.

"No, I know he isn't" said the girl. "But the guy stood next to him might be..."

And that was when I approached you. I apologise for not recognising you, and for accusing half of the bar of being you. And for telling you that Nirvana covered your songs. I'm sure you know that. But I did introduce myself as a drunken asshole. You did not disagree.

Anyhow, years later, and I finally listen to The Vaselines, now having mentally seperated your band from the Flaming Lips, who once had a song with the word Vaseline in it.

And you ROCK.

Kez (on Tour). (Again).