David Kay

It's really bugging me who David Kay reminds me of, until about halfway through his set, when he starts talking about making rice pudding at home eccy. Of course. He’s a Belle and Sebastian song. Or, more specifically, any of Stuart David's spoken word tracks. A little old lady in the skinny body of a computer geek, Kay havers an endless stream of gentle weege about drizzle and custard creams, making phone calls to the Queen and Stephen Hawkings. Some of his spiels verge on the Rainman, he’s decidedly OCD about scones, and he barely looks up from the floor through the whole performance. However, the crowd feel oddly protective of him, and help out rather than heckle when he loses his train of thought. He ends with two inexpert toots of a trumpet, which kinda sum up the performance: modest and eccentric, but nice nonetheless.