Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly

Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly’s name is one of those names that you can’t help but love, and it helps that his music is so fantastic. I had the honor of catching a GCWCF concert last year, and while his name surely softened me up in terms of endearing him to me, the indie rock artist’s music would have won me over regardless of his name. A rose by any other name, as they say.
He came out wearing a pretty unassuming outfit and doesn’t really have the look of a rock star, but then he starts strumming on his acoustic guitar and singing and blows you away. There’s very little showmanship involved, but I get the feeling that this is just the way he wants it. The music speaks for itself, and you’ll like what you hear. Credit is owed also to his amazing supporting band, which never played a sour note all night.
I wouldn’t mind seeing GCWCF in a coffee shop type of setting where it’s just him and his guitar though, I bet it’s every bit as good. If you’re ever in England and like good music, you need to save space in your itinerary for a GCWCF concert for sure.

What can i say!? Sam Duckworth never fails to impress.
I turned up to a grungy, little venue in Brixton called The Windmill. It took me back to my college days, along with the music of 'Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly'. It set the scene perfectly for what was to be a night of nostalgia and spine chilling acoustics. Sam Duckworth turned up with nothing more that a laptop, his guitar and an abundance of musical talent, playing the best songs in his armoury.
It is always a treat to see such a great musician in such a small venue. His acoustic set filled the room and his vocals warmed the place up on what was a wet and chilly evening. I'm still looking for my socks since he knocked them off.