Last night’s Celtic Connections Open Stage set was one of the best. The trip didn’t start auspiciously when we missed the sound check due to two train cancellations. We ended up standing all the way from Edinburgh to Glasgow; as the train crawled into Queen Street the driver announced in funereal and almost tragic tones over the intercom ‘We are now arriving at Glasgow Queen Street. This is ….. the last ………….. and ……… final ………….. stop…….!’ When we got on stage the sound crew were very attentive and despite misgivings (and Mary losing her voice!) the set went like a dream. It’s such a luxury to be on a big stage, with crystal clear monitors, and well over a hundred seated, appreciative, friendly audients.
Slow start, alarm at 6.30 but didn’t drag the corpse from the bed till 7.30. Sat for breakfast on the floor, back against the warm radiator, which is another guaranteed way to avoid doing anything active. In fact I became engrossed in Brian Eno’s A Year With Swollen Appendices, which is a not uncommon occurence. … Read moreThursday the 13th
Played an enjoyable gig with the G last night at the Listening Room. So many good, uplifting songs and he smiles and communicates with the audience. The antithesis of the gloomy introverted singer-songwriter. I didn’t play as well as I had at rehearsals, largely due to a misguided decision to trust my eyes (following scribbled … Read moretheG.co.uk
The Full Moon Club, in a spirit that was not entirely serious, gave out awards last night for 2004, including ‘Biggest Band Slut’ (Fritz), ‘Best Performer with any number of strings’ (William Mysterious) and ‘Best Import’ (Electra). With due gravity and humility I accepted the award for ‘Most Shouted For Song’ (for Dylan of course). … Read moreFull Moon Awards
The obligatory look back at the year. I haven’t been keeping such a good paper diary this year so I don’t have the details I normally have to look back at, but at a quick reckoning I guess I’ve played more music to more people in more ways this year than in any other. The … Read moreA look back at my 2004