During the past three years I have written more and more songs. Built my website to try to get my music out there, and generally kept learning. As a 52 year old bluesman, with no real material aim in mind, I just love the idea of young and old folk liking my songs.
I am mainly acoustic in performance, and writing, and certainly not into loud at all. Long, slow, and with feeling, being my drive in musical performance. With
recent development into
learning slide guitar, Cuban tres, and dabbling with banjo for god’s sake! I like variety I guess, and don’t scare about new ideas in music, or life for that matter.
During the few years I have been out there, I have had some fun moments.
I was working for a promoter, who had a serious thirst. At one gig I suddenly realised why he always booked me in certain pubs. And why these pubs were his favourite venues. This was clear to see, as he got pint after pint thrown in front of him. One guy came up to me at this pub, in a near collapsed state. In fact if his head would have tilted slightly it would have come out of his ears. He stood plumb straight in front of me, and slurred ‚do you know tiger feet by mud.... Hic‘... He was that
close to me that his words went through the PA system. Much to the delight of the whole pub.
Once Rachel and I went to
ambush a pirate rock band in Headingly, Leeds.
getting the gear in the van and travelling down through
This meant the
student quarter of the city. As we were driving to the venue ‚the Fenton‘ (a great student venue to play!) I could smell gas through the window. At least I thought it was through the window. Both Rachel and I had a cigarette and we put them out suddenly realising that the gas smell was quite strong. I pulled over and went to the back doors of the van to check if the calor gas tank on our mobile stove was not leaking. As I opened the vans back doors the gust of gas hit both of us. Thankfully we had not blown ourselves up. I had caught the switch on the stove when I had put the guitars in the van. We laugh about it now, but after the event we realised how lucky we were.
I performed a number of charity gigs at the grove inn Leeds, for about 18 months. This was an important place for me to build the confidence on stage, and the gigs went down really well. I invited the musicians I bumped into on my travels to come to the charity gig, and it sort of worked. I don’t do many
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