strings, keys, pencil, pen
May 11, 2011 § Leave a comment
On Sunday I listened to James Vincent McMorrow. I was tired and grumpy. The venue was marginally less sweaty than a sauna. The sound was bad. He had a cold. None of this mattered in the least. I came home and wrote a gushing diary entry about what happened to my ears which I’m not going to reproduce here, but the boy has a voice and he surely knows how to use it. Go and listen!
On Monday I ate pecan pie in Mello Mello, and listened to Joe Keelan and Dave Owen and Jamie Harrison and Liz Green, and it was marvellous, and I actually drew pictures and everything. Here some are……that’s Joe singing about a primrose-gathering faithless blacksmith. This is Liz playing the guitar…