I don’t reckon I’ll forget this September

Sadly there was no gold

September has been quite balmy in Edinburgh, great for some late afternoon brambling in the park; well, just for idling in the park generally, making the most of the end of summer. I haven’t picked as many brambles as last year, but then I’m not going to make any wine this time, just lots of jam! Time for a terrible segue, Jed Potts was the guest host at the Handsome House Jam at Stramash on the first Sunday of the month, a fine evening of the blues. It was the second time seeing him that weekend as he and Nicole Smit were doing their thing in the Jazz Bar early Saturday evening, an interesting change from Binkies!

The next HHJ is this Sunday evening, I haven’t seen who the guest host will be; but I do know the Scat Rats are playing after that at ten o’clock, yay! That’s the only music noted on my calendar now until the end of the month – unless something pops up soon. I had toyed with the idea of a wee Highland trip up around Inverness to coincide with Carl Marah‘s gig at the Market Bar (this Saturday), but by the time I thought about it again everywhere cheaper than very expensive was gone, Inverness is obviously going to be very busy this weekend!

Ho hum, shouldn’t grumble, last week was ridiculously great fun; Glasgow on Wednesday for some blues harmonica, the Scat Rats twice on Thursday night (early in Stramash, midnight in Whistlebinkies), they were back in Binkies on the Saturday afternoon, mid-evening spot was Louis Crosland plus two, he was back in Binkies Sunday midnight with two others, that was after he’d played the ten o’clock slot in Stramash with the Moanin‘ Bones; and I didn’t miss a thing (apart from a few opening numbers, as per usual).

Friday evening I was in Peebles for Show Don’t Tell, an evening of five short films from the Tweed Valley, by rural filmmakers, with live music afterwards. Okay, so the live music was a short set by Logan’s Close, they also starred in one of the short films, of course I went along! It was held in the Eastgate Theatre, an arts centre in a converted church. Wow, what a great place they’ve created! The auditorium is the actual church (there’s a studio area and cafe too) with well tiered seating (with plenty of leg room!) that can all be retracted back leaving the floor cleared, stairs on both sides up to the three-sided balcony. After the films were shown there was a long break while the band set up and the seating was just taken back a few rows, so that there was room for standing and sitting. I mean, what an amazing use of space! I would definitely go back.

Logan’s Close: Live at Maryhill was up first, quite a gothic feel to it, the lads performing in an old empty theatre, flouncy shirts, and a freaky, disturbing side storyline involving Scott and a surgeon (I would tell you more about it, but it was just really odd, okay?) The songs in it were Costume Changes, Chillz and Dans Le Jardin, beautifully shot in a slightly disorientating way. It was directed by Aidan Duckworth, our host for the evening and also director of GIMP the last film shown (his party, so why not two?). The others were Antlers, Cover-up and Cernunnos; short films, they throw you in at the deep end and expect you to survive confusion, gore, drama, BDSM, old gods and antlers (not just in Antlers!). Fun, but I definitely needed a drink afterwards!

I took a stroll down the main street to the Bridge Inn, a real ale pub that I visited some years ago, yay, they had a Stewart’s ale in. Just a half for me seeing as I was driving, then the stroll back to the theatre took me to almost time to head back into the auditorium and some music. Due to the first part of the evening lasting longer than expected, it was a shorter set than planned just five songs, opening with Babestation on to Costume Changes, Hot Blondes, very new one Cuck Chair, then with the crowd yelling for one more, the lads got the nod to go ahead, so they went out with the bloody magnificent Mock Marble Linoleum, yay! Needless to say, my soundtrack for the drive back to Edinburgh was my Logan’s Close Live at LimbicTV cd. All in all, a damn fine evening!

Ha, since I started this, then paused a while for my tea, I’ve discovered that Louis Crosland (and whoever!) is playing the half nine slot at Whistlebinkies on Saturday, yay. Ha, a Binkies usual, a band was listed as playing that slot on the month’s list poster and the website, and then this week it was TBC on social media – but hey, that’s me happy! There was also confusion over last Sunday’s midnight slot; towards the end of the Scat Rats Saturday afternoon set Carl announced they’d be back the following night, a back and forth ensued between the Rats and George on sound as he was down to play bass with Louis then, I piped up that he was right, erm, they ended up playing Rock, Paper, Scissors for it, hahaha. All friendly banter, the Rats were having a great afternoon, a good, appreciative audience, they never sounded better (in part, thanks to George, he really knows his stuff), Funnel of Love was particularly exquisite 💛 Oh, and we even got an encore of two extra songs over time, sweet!

And on that note I shall bid you goodnight, bonne nuit, gute Nacht, buonanotte!

Musings, music and a movie

Yesterday evening I took myself off to the cinema to see Casino, showing as part of a Scorcese season at Cineworld, oh boy, such a brilliant film, so full-on and powerful (and a great soundtrack). Walking back along towards the Grassmarket I was definitely in need of something light and fun, it was very nearly eleven o’clock, so I took a right at Hoots @ the Apex and went to see Beatlesjuice again! Yay! Okay, so Rob’s voice is starting to go a tad from the nightly singing, but for one, it’s fine for Beatlesjuice’s raspy tones, and second, with his exuberant performance it’s kinda endearing (to this moose, anyway).

《Edit Oops, I thought I’d written a review for Beatlesjuice when I saw it last week, nope! Well, it’s so brilliant I went back for more, nuff said ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️》

Afterwards, heading down the Cowgate it occurred to me that it would be possible for someone out Fringing to see Bad Santa and the Angry Elves which finishes at eleven at the Caves, to then walk smartly along to the Apex for Beatlesjuice at ten past. Honestly, ten minutes is enough, and besides the first five minutes is, Hello, has everyone seen Beetlejuice? Does everyone know the Beatles? Even the more obscure tracks? Like the ones by Ringo? And a bit more banter before starting proper. It’s doable, and wow, what a double bill!

Yesterday was one of those Tuesdays, so I headed up Niddry Street to Whistlebinkies and the Scat Rats for a couple of hours, sweet. I’ll be finishing off tonight in there as well, it’s Louis Crosland and whoever he’s rustled up to play bass and drums. Friday midnight sees Louis back in there with the Moanin’ Bones to bring in the weekend, yeah, the English bank holiday weekend and start of the Fringe fizzle down. Actually, a thought occurred to me the other day when yet another person asked how long the Fringe would be going on for, people, it always ends on the English Bank Holiday Monday, well, the few final bits of Fringe finish up. Why not, instead of a fixed ending, fix the start instead? Have it so that 241 Monday in the first full week is on the Scottish Bank Holiday Monday, ergo, more local and Scottish folk generally to come and see more shows and spread the word on what’s good? That way the end will be three sundays after that, no silly sad Monday leftovers. And breathe.

While I’m tapping away here I suppose I might mention a few more shows I’ve seen. It’s been some years since I saw Felicity Ward so I popped along to Cabaret Voltaire for an entertaining hour, and she says at the beginning it may be in the afternoon but some content is well, more for evening after a few cocktails with the girls. She is funny, just not as much my cup of tea anymore, palates change you know (still some howling funny moments for sure). Maybe if I’d had a cocktail on my way in ⭐️⭐️⭐️½

Mind, I was also not long out of God’s Longest, one of the most darkly funny improvised comedy sketch shows I’ve seen. I went twice last year, this year they’re across from last year’s venue, in Supercube Cowgate, it’s one of those creepy karaoke room places (well, I think they’re creepy). Yeah, following that, Ms Ward had her work cut out. Yeah, this is one weird bunch, just hang on and enjoy the ride, oh, they have no clue where they’re headed either but they’ll go there and beyond. It’s part of the PBH’S Free Fringe so no particular prior planning is needed, Cowgate at half two. Yes, it’s ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ again.

If you’ve been paying attention you’ll know I went to see Will & Noah: Dinner Dinner Chicken Winner after chilling in the Park yesterday. Sadly Peregrine were just closing up as I went past, so I didn’t get to have a cake, dammit, but I did make it to George Square Gardens in plenty of time. Will and Noah play off each other well, obviously having fun with the material, then they’d pair up together against some unfortunate audience member, haha. No no, they’re gentle with them, although it was hilarious how an audience member interpreted the sketch he was pulled into; note, I kinda picked up on it at the time so was not as surprised as Will and Noah, but I wasn’t surprised that the sketch had never been taken that way before (nope, I’m going to leave you wondering!). I think they’re trying new areas and pushing their boundaries, and why not, but for me it didn’t always land as well it might. Oh, I did enjoy it aside my niggles, these guys are very funny together and their interactions with the audience are brilliantly played out; the show has won an award, so why not check it out for yourself? ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Anyhoo, I’ve been tapping this out through the day, time for Binkies again. More musings tomorrow.

Toodle pip!

A bugbear, minions and music

As the Fringe gets ever closer, the rain gods are once again perfecting their sudden deluge from nowhere techniques, so don’t forget to bring a brolly (a sturdy one, it can get very windy here). Oh, and don’t forget to bring some commonsense too, honestly, you would not believe the number of people wandering around Edinburgh who clearly leave theirs at home (we have enough local numpties, and, well, it looks bad when the headline says “tourist in Edinburgh….”, okay?); but that’s a rant I’ll save for another time.

The town is noticeable more bustly now, not what I’d consider busy yet just bustlier (not bustier as spellchecker tried to insist). Heck, there were even people drinking after ten in George IV Bar on Friday evening – it’s busy through the day while people are coming in to eat, but it does seem be very quiet once the kitchen close. Oh yeah, that reminds me! A bugbear. Pubs that have that sign “Please Wait To Be Seated” just inside the door and don’t remove it after dining is over? Sure, some of us know when to ignore it, but some hover, glancing around, trying to appear nonchalant but we can all see the embarrassment in their eyes. A quick timely removal of that sign wouldn’t take a minute, well, maybe two or three.

I’d been to the cinema to see Minions & Monsters, wow, such bloody good fun and so many cheeky wee film references, had me grinning and guffawing right the way through it. The voice cast was perfect with Christopher Waltz and Jeff Bridges in there, and of course, Pierre Coffin (the man is a genius); the story skips and trips along, aided by hilariously wonderful montages. There’s been plenty of films about the beginnings of Hollywood, honestly, this could be my new favourite (Friday evening was the second time I’d seen it, so ).

Feel that passion, yeah!

Anyhoo. It made sense to head to George IV Bar – bluesman Louis Crosland was playing there before heading to Whistlebinkies for the midnight slot (plus band), total sense. How good to hear acoustic then electric versions of All Along the Watchtower, brand new to Louis’s setlist and an old favourite of mine (I do incline towards the Hendrix version). I’ve put a reel that incorporates both on my Instagram, please do check it out. I was also treated to Gilbert O’Sullivan’s Alone Again Naturally, another new one on the setlist, nice, I liked Louis’s take on it. FYI, Louis will be playing the Canons’ Gait at nine o’clock on Wednesday nights through August.

The Canons’ Gait and Whistlebinkies are once again venues for PBH’s Free Fringe along with plenty other pubs in the city, the rest are part of the Laughing Horse stable, nah not really, but it can feel like every pub in Edinburgh becomes a Fringe venue! Of course, it helps if there’s an actual separate room available and plenty of the old pubs have weird and wonderful spaces!

Time I was creeping off to bed. Back to Fringe nuggets tomorrow.

Sweet dreams, mes amis!

Possibilities of laughter

I’ve been away to Yorkshireland again, got back Sunday evening, a very drizzly drive up, but hey, the rain was needed, and looking at the forecast, the rain gods are getting some practice in ready for August! If you’re coming to Edinburgh for the Fringe don’t forget your brolly, and don’t go leaving it in a pub like I almost did Sunday evening; well, after that long drive I needed a drink and it just so happened that Louis Crosland was playing in George IV Bar. It’s a nice enough bar but it’s very much a place folk eat then head off elsewhere, few stay longer. Louis will be back there on Friday evening, then, contrary to any websites, he’ll be playing in Whistlebinkies with whoever he can round-up at short notice. That’s my Friday evening sorted.

Yes, very nice, moose, but what about Comedy? Well, there’s a lot of it, and it does seem like prices have increased plenty. Yes, I know there’s plenty of good reasons, I get it, but I also want to see shows, whittling them down to even fewer is really hard. And all the lovely flyerers, what to say to them? Yes, that sounds great but which other show should I drop from my list in order to afford it? Actually, that could be quite interesting, kinda mean but a fun experiment, hmmm.

Surprisingly, I have only Free Fringe show cut-outs from Comedy, unsurprisingly one is John Robertson’s latest stand-up show; and there’s another magic show by David Alnwick, like why? Why isn’t that one also listed in Cabaret and Variety with the other two? Any logic there?! Oh yeah, on C&V, I missed mentioning (overlooked, it was a double-sided cut-out) Bad Clowns and Good Friends, their late night show with various guest comedians is back at Eve, I might get round to popping in this time round, I kept saying I would last year but,!? (it’s in the Cowgate, not exactly a tricky location)

The majority of my Comedy possibilities are the hybrid PWYC and PWYW, take a gamble that you’ll get in without a ticket and pay when you leave. Two shows I won’t just chance are Ed Byrne: Work In Progress and Luke Rollason: Alas! (WIP), both short runs and no doubt will sell out. John-Luke Roberts and Nish Kumar have full Fringe runs at Monkey Barrel so I reckon I’ll be fine seeing them early on. Then there’s the ticketed shows I’d like to see, well, some only if they get listed on the Half Price Hut. Unfortunately way too many of my choices clashed timewise, so they wouldn’t all fit during the preview period (oh, a mini rant about that at some point).

I haven’t been the forthcoming with my choices in this post, so I’ll put in some pics of my possibilities. Next time, more on the Comedy section, the shows I’m definitely going to see.

Toodle pip!

Not my fault, the music beckoned

It’s after midnight, so it’s just less than three weeks to the start of this year’s Edinburgh Fringe Festival, oops, I may need to get my skates on, if I could just remember where I put them! I’ve been distracted by glorious sunny days and evenings fulled with the sweetest sounds (well, nine out of the last fourteen evenings). Yes, I most certainly had to see the Scat Rats three times, and I had to see Louis Crosland playing solo, with his band and with the Moanin’ Bones. Jed Potts was on the early Saturday afternoon slot with that queen of soulful sass Nicole Smit, then he turned up the following Sunday evening, not quite as the poster advertised, playing blues with Jonny Christie on drums and the long not seen Ewan Gibson on bass! A welcome surprise (well, he needs the practice with the Blueswater Fringe gigs coming up, haha).

It’s a regular occurrence for Scott to snap strings but it’s much rarer to see an electric guitar string go!

I also saw Mr Marah twice more – with band at McChuills in Glasgow and solo as first support in Sneaky Pete’s on Friday (picking up my copy of his new EP Me, Myself and I). Unfortunately, due to tardiness and an accident on the motorway slowing traffic, I missed some of the Niche Family set. I did want to see it all as the singer/guitarist is Stuart Neil, that’s Big Stu, bassist and harmonies in Logan’s Close. Did I mention I’d caught them a few weeks earlier in Binkies and thoroughly enjoyed them? Their support slot for Carl was going to be the band’s last gig together, the Glasgow crowd gave them a good send-off, the poignancy of the moment was palpable. Second support were the Black Denims, more country sounds (there does seem to be more honkytonk, americano sounds over West!)

It was a very warm evening, thank god for the AC in the venue room, a shame there wasn’t any in the bar itself, the wall of heat hit hard and the temperature outside wasn’t much cooler. I just grabbed another drink and headed back in to stand in the sweet spot to get maximum benefit from the AC until it was time for the main act. I did move right up near the front but soon moved back as it was way too loud for me, I did try the earplugs available at the bar but they were rubbish and really dunted Carl’s vocals and guitar, a lesson to remember to have my good earplugs with me, just in case. After a couple of songs I went closer again, this time making use of all the lanky beanpoles as shields between me and the speakers, while at the same time being in a reasonable position to see through the gaps.

《It’s very late now, I’m away to my bed, will finish this in the morning》

I’m back, thinking how much more was I going to say, except for it was another brilliant gig. Cat’s Eyes just gets better and better with each live performance and Roll the Dice was an absolute treat for the soul, Me, Myself and I exquisite! The sparse chill of World Keeps Turning especially the keyboards and Carl’s guitar sound had me thinking of Tom Waits; watching the bit that I filmed, yup, I still hear it (in fact, yeah, it’s going up on Instagram, why not). On drums for the evening it was Carl’s other drummer, Ryan Bradley (previously seen on Mam Talent with Carl), a snug fit. The EP is a thing of beauty but live is when Carl’s music really shines. If anyone knows how do a decent bootleg recording …!

On recordings, Logan’s Close are currently down in London town for a couple of weeks recording their second album, yay, whoop!! (see now why I was getting my fill before the dynamic duo disappeared south!) Then at the start of August, in fact on Fringemas Eve (Tuesday 4th August) Logan’s Close are playing support in La Belle Angele for Zambian band W.I.T.C.H. (We Intend To Cause Havoc), I’ve checked them out on Spotify, African rhythms meet psychedelic rock, and boy, sounds like a great way to kick off my Fringe!

That’s all for now. Next time I’ll be musing on the Theatre offerings in the Fringe programme. Toodle pip!

Me, Myself and I and Moose

It’s so thick!

The first of July (though not much of it left) and I haven’t made any mention yet of this year’s Edinburgh Fringe Festival, I know a bit different to previous years. Have you seen the programme this year?! It’s huge. Lug that around in your bag? Probably not. When I popped into the Fringe shop to pick up a couple, I was actually taken aback by the size, the assistant enthusiastically told me how many shows there are this year, I just meekly smiled back.

What I really wanted to do was point out that quantity itself is not impressive; and unfortunately too much quantity makes finding the quality (that is, whatever a person considers quality) that much more difficult. Now I’m a seasoned Fringer, I have my methods for wading through and finding the nuggets, but this year’s programme is intimidating for me, how’s the novice Fringer gonna feel?. I can’t imagine trying to randomly find shows online, there’s no algorithms for a moose mind (oh, they probably think they’re getting it right, haha, really, no), that why I prefer a printed version, but jeez, it’s been a trawl.

I’m sure that once I commit to plunging in proper, cutting out, finding the precious previews, I’ll be fine, and that starts tomorrow! Oh, I have made one sweep through, plenty queried mark-ups. I’ve noticed that this year there’s a lot in the Theatre section that aren’t even up for a full week, oh crikey, oh well, as long as they get something out of the experience besides an overdraft, I suppose. Sorry, I’m being quite a negative Nancy, aren’t I? But while I’ve felt for a while that the Fringe was getting a tad too big, this is the first time I thought, oh jeez, at seeing the size of the programme.

And on that note I will leave you for some other more uplifting notes in Whistlebinkies. The Hollow aka Louis Crosland and band (whoever that may be tonight) are playing in about ten minutes time. Toodle pip!

On a rainy night in Graz

Hello you! I know, it’s been a while since my last post but I do have an excuse for May and hey, five posts in April up to that point, a blooming record for me outside of Fringe! The excuse? I’ll get back to that, for now a quick trawl through the last third of April…

I hinted at the end of my last post that Louis Crosland may play guitar alongside blues harmonica player Giles Robson again sometime; it’s definitely happening, folks! That’s through August (and into September, I think), so fairly extensive through the UK. Hmmm, if it ends anywhere northish I may have to go, that should, will, be pretty damned awesome. That’s if the tour does go through to September, I have priorities, you know.

He may not be around Edinburgh in August, but July sees Louis’s debut at the Edinburgh Jazz and Blues Festival where his Trio will be playing as one of three bands at a Blues Afternoon in the George Square Spiegeltent. Yes, a whole afternoon of blues (I think they have them each weekend of the Festival), you can catch the Louis Crosland Trio on Sunday 19th July. [Quick edit, there’s also a gig 12th June at Pilgrim in Newcastle]

That will probably (or possibly, you can never quite tell with musicians) the last time the Trio as it is, play together. Louis is planning on taking stock of things, a good time to, what with being away awhile with Robson. It will fun speculating what the new autumn season outfit will be. The final Whistlebinkies gig was great, a very lively crowd, cracking tunes and I love that of late Rob Henderson‘s bass line has been up in the mix, Max was on fine form on drums too. A decent finale for Binkies.

I said final gig, so was surprised when it was on Instagram that Louis was playing Binkies, huh?! Definitely wasn’t scheduled (mind, it was Binkies), ah, a last minute call up. Last minute, so it was a trio but for all the combinations I’ve seen, this was new. It may have been, who the hell is available now? The universal forces played ball, and how, it worked well, better than well, for a first time? it was ridiculously fine; and they weren’t done after Binkies, immediately packing up double quick to play at the Jazz Bar straight afterwards! Of course I went along! Already, just a second time round things were gelling nicely. Will this be a one night only (both musicians are usually very busy), certainly the three played together and Louis was clearly enjoying himself. It will certainly have added another dollop to the mulling mix; this cake could be sublime.

I could finish this post here, but as I’ve just poured myself another glass of a rather nice grüner veitliner, I shall continue…

Last post Carl Marah was about to take part in the semi-final of Mam Talent! this time taking a band with him. He didn’t make it through to the final, but no matter, it was a great experience and will have definitely opened up new avenues for him; and he used the opportunity to play his newly released single (just the day before, nicely done) You’re Always Right. The video is also out with Carl not only wearing his love for the Beatles on his sleeve, it’s more like an arm tattoo (done with such charm and gentle grace, tis a wonderful thing).

The Edinburgh launch of the new EP had been announced before, but now all the dates for the EP tour have been announced, which is how I came to be tapping this out on my phone in Austria. The first gig is Tuesday 19th at The Finsbury in London, aha. I’ve been meaning to get round to using an Interrail Pass that I bought end of last August when there was a discount, meaning to, but never quite succeeding; Carl’s London gig gave me an anchor point, yay. I’ll be on a Eurostar back to London on the Monday afternoon, Carl on Tuesday evening, next day a train back to Edinburgh in nice time for two Logan’s Close gigs, how excellent is that?!!

My glass is just about empty, time to sleep. Next time, probably a postcard or two.

Auf wiedersehen, meine Freunde!

A week later I did it again, yay

Just how good would the later shows be? I pondered in my last post. Well, dear reader, the gods smiled down, and despite my lack of attempts to get any semblance of an act together, Tuesday early evening I found myself in Inverness, having a scrummy meal before getting up close with the Blues again! Yes, I got to see Louis Crosland playing guitar for blues harmonica player Giles Robson a second time, at the Castle Tavern in Inverness, yay! It was the sixth of eight shows, the last one is tonight in Dumfries.

Aha, checking back to last year, there’s only the vaguest mention of my roadtrip last July, that’s when I first discovered the Castle Tavern, a great wee pub serving a fine selection of ales and very tasty grub. This year’s visit was even better with added blues! To be honest, I couldn’t quite fathom where the gig would happen, ha, in the restaurant space upstairs, they close it for the evening, just serving food in the pub and outside seated area. Still, not a large area, so indeed, the show title Up Close With The Blues could not have been truer.

Perspective! the bowl was bigger!

There was no room to eat inside when I wandered in after six, so I chanced a table just outwith the covered area, only a few spots of rain to perturb me but nothing really. As I hadn’t eaten much through the day, a hearty dish of macaroni cheese (with haggis for an extra £1) with salad and garlic bread seemed a sensible plan, accompanied by a pint of Happy Chappy (to match my cheeriness). I’m not usually a mac’n’cheese kinda moose, but this was seriously tasty and a perfect amount, I was nicely set for more ale, just steady halves, I was being sensible; also, I wasn’t about to miss any of the music having to nip away to the loo.

Seven o’clock, folk started heading up, the show started at eight. Most were able to sit, but a few stood at the bar, mind, they all looked like the types that would have stood, even if there’d been enough seats! So, shortly after eight, two chaps sat in the corner of a pub restaurant and gave the gathered, over two hours of sweet blues bliss (oh, there was a break for more beer). Starting off with the upbeat GR Shuffle, then moving on to the slower swagger of Your Dirty Look and Your Sneaky Grin, a marvellous title! (there’s a performance of this song at Robson’s Fringe show in 2024 on YouTube). It was all bloody brilliant, Where You Been possibly my favourite from the first set; mind, My Babe, what a wowser to finish it with!

the blues up close, no fancy frills required

Town to Town kicked off the second set, wow, like the first half was just a warm-up! Key To The Highway was an utter joy, every next tune had its own brilliance. I’d said in my last post that hearing Louis’ playing the week before blew me away, now five shows on, there was a clear connection between the two musicians; it was so good to catch a later show, to see a subtly more self-assured Louis shine, giving a relaxed, eloquent performance alongside the great Giles Robson. The first encore, an improvisation in the key of G, oh my heartses, sublime! Blow Wind Blow ended a wonderful evening, a big fuzzy hug for the soul kind of evening. Soooo happy to have been there!

Mind, if you’re thinking, that all sounds like something you’d like too. Well, tonight’s Dumfries show may not be the last time that Louis plays blues guitar for Giles Robson ….

Toodle pip!

A spot of blues in Glasgow

Ever heard of a spider steak? Me neither until today. I saw one as I was glancing through the meats on Brewsters stall at the Farmers Market; not too big, reasonably priced, lots of marbling through it, worth a shot I reckoned. I’ll let you know how I get on with it. Oh, and yay, Thistle and Churn are now back at the market every week, best ice cream around! Today I got a cranachan cone (always a cone, again, best cones around if not ever).

So anyway, I may not have made it over to Glasgow to see the Close, but I did go over on Tuesday to see Louis Crosland play acoustic blues guitar alongside Giles Robson, a blues harmonica virtuoso (and a great singer too). For one, I’ve only seen Louis in pub musician settings so I was very intrigued to hear him really play (you get what I mean, yeah?), and Glasgow, because I faffed too long and the Edinburgh gig got sold out. I’d heard of McChuills where it was happening but never been, so another Glasgow music venue ticked off. It’s easy walking distance from the bus station, a tasty Joker IPA on tap, quite a nice place in all (and there’s a pool table); the venue room is just off the bar, it’s long but not particularly wide, a nice cosy space for an intimate performance.

The show started at eight, no support, just two long sets finishing around half ten, we definitely got our moneys worth! It was Louis’s first night playing with Giles Robson, first of eight gigs around Scotland (by now it’s five down, three to go next week). Well, wow, that first one was bloody excellent, I thoroughly enjoyed it. Besides playing harmonica and singing, Robson is a wonderful, engaging raconteur, so much fascinating blues detail and history (I wish I had the sort of brain that could remember it all!); great patter leading into each piece and cajoling the audience to sing.

Oh, the music? Oh, hell yes, wonderful. A few songs I knew (like My Babe and Key To The Highway) some rang vague bells, whatever, it was brilliant from beginning to end, and Louis? Wow, as I said before I’ve seen him playing in bars, solo and with bands, but this was almost like I was seeing him for the first time, just wow. I now so wish I’d got around to buying a ticket for Edinburgh too, I mean, if that was the first time they’d played together, jeez louise, how good must the later shows be?!? And when Robson would indicate to Louis to bring the guitar right down, oh, the clarity and delicacy of the notes, ooch.

The, ahem, final tune was Shake, Rattle and Roll, no cajoling needed there for a little audience participation. Call me biased, but I’d like to think the Edinburgh crowd outsang the Glasgow audience! The encore was How’d You Learn To Shake It Like That, sir, I was born shaking like that, especially when the music is that good 💛

Waving bye, bye, baby, goodbye

It’s now very, very late, I must away to sleep. In the morning I’ll add more bits on Instagram, and if you’re very lucky, maybe more from the Cinelli Brothers gig.

Thistle & Churn’s Cranachan cone

Some blues with jam and curry

It hadn’t been particularly busy in the Jazz Bar, just nice numbers. Of course, the house band and Louis Crosland were already playing when I got there (I should allow an extra ten minutes into my plans). I find it interesting watching musicians’ playing and interactions outwith their usual; the looks and nods to each other are much more noticeable. It’s like I’m seeing the cogs and wheels connecting inside a musical box (just go with me and my whimsy).

Plenty of the set was tunes that Louis plays with his band, what with them generally being bluesy standards. I was a bit surprised when they played Miss You but it worked well enough (see, case in point, how musicians create structure together) albeit back-to-basics, it had a groove. Hey Joe was pretty fine way to round off Louis’s first stint on stage. After a long break, the house band were back on, with Louis, to kick off the jam part of the evening. I was hungry (I said in my last post that I was going to eat before heading to the Jazz Bar but there wasn’t time to have anything substantial), so after watching the next two assortment of players I ducked out and headed to the Mosque Kitchen (open until ten, yay).

Satiated from a plate of chicken curry and rice, I was ready for more beer and blues. The blues jam was still going when I got back, it was okay, there was no one who made me prick up my ears, but that’s just the luck of how these things go. Eleven o’clock and Louis was back on stage again with his own band, and a few tasty new originals in the set, nice. Naturally we got Miss You for a second, rather zupped up time, yeah, quite a lot of the set seemed overpaced, was it just from being after the slightly pedestrian jam?! There was obviously some thought given to an extra final number – they’d gotten through the planned setlist too soon. I know bands have off nights, yeah, it happens to the best, and the set wasn’t exactly bad, just not up to the standard I’ve come to expect. Hey, I care, bite me!

I was finishing off my drink in the Jazz Bar when an American tourist asked me if the live music was over for the night, he’d only caught the final two numbers, yup, sorry man, but I can direct you to more live music if you’re not fussed what it’s like. So I gave him directions to Whistlebinkies and Stramash too, but wasn’t that a much longer walk? (he’d been there much earlier and had obviously wandered around enough afterwards to make it seem a distance away!) Was I myself going to either? Nooo, I didn’t know who was playing but it wouldn’t anyone I wanted to see or I’d be there. Not to say he and his friend wouldn’t enjoy the music, if they were staying out; always the encouraging tourist guide, me. I was ready to head home anyway, so I wished them well and toddled off into the night.

It’s late, again!! Tomorrow will be another very late night, I’ll away to my bed. Next time, the other LC, Logan’s Close and news on Mr Marah’s solo shenanigans. Sweet dreams!