Monday, 1 April 2013
Last night we threw caution to the wind and actually ....wait for it... went out!
That may not seem a big deal to most people but from our hermit-like Norfolk existence it was several light years outside our comfort zone. Normally the attraction of curling up in front of a log fire with two dogs top-trumps the magnetic attractions of night life in our village. Even in July.
We were staying at Big Nana's in Lancaster and went to see this bloke at the Yorkshire House, an ancient hostelry and musical attic venue close to the River Lune. (Tempted to say "Lunatic" but thinks better of it). "A Free Man in Preston" was one of my all-time favourite blogs before the invention of smart-phones led to the gradual demise of regular blogging interaction in the late 1980's. His UBOW ("unique brand of whimsy") always stood out from all the ranting and wailing in the "Blogosphere" and I was ever ready to devour the next installment of Bill Surname, Stella, Rex and all the other bizarre inhabitants of his possibly mythical workplace. More recently he has transferred his UBOW very successfully in a musical direction with last night being the launch of his "difficult" second album. Very difficult to classify musically someone who is one minute crooning a delicate self-penned ballad to a lilting finger-picked guitar and the next banging out a unique version of "Born to Run" on the Korg. It was great.
We sat and sipped our halves and ate Seabrooks crisps and enjoyed the support act, Paul Levy, who has a promising cross between John Martyn guitar and Nick Drake voice. By the time Mr J. took the stage there was a great atmosphere in the purple painted attic and he led us through a versatile set of familiar and new material accompanying himself on guitar, mandolin and keyboards. It was a lovely evening which we sadly had to curtail prematurely to catch the last bus.
I think we may have to get out more.