The Green Note, Camden
Well I never planned on being here, much as I never planned on listening to this man in the first place, but sometimes planets rearrange themselves to make it so, & so, here I am, in I’m fairly sure is the teeniest venue I think I’ve ever been in, to see the great man DC & his merry band of top backing musicians up close & personal.
His album “Available Light” completely captured my heart last year. It was a slow burn, crept up quietly, but is so full of depth & truth & spirituality (in the purest of senses) that it has grown to rank amongst my most favourite albums of all time. I have bought numerous copies to give to all my most favourite people who I know love a good tune.
Anyhoo, a couple o’ weeks ago I text my sister, who lives in Eire, to go see this guy, who’s playing at a small bar in Cork, telling her he’s a must see. Would love to myself, but the only gigs are in London & Leeds, both too far to travel to for me. I hear nowt, until the Friday night of the gig, When I get a text from her about 9;30 pm. “Guess who I’m stood next to” (She’s gone to the bother of checking what the performer looks like this time, because a couple o’ years ago I sent her to go see Hiss Golden Messenger & she went up to the merch table to buy a few cds for me & asked did the guy think that the HGM fella would sign ‘em for her & her said “Yeah” & pulled out a pen & signed ‘em. Doh!) Then she texts me “David says hi, do you want to talk to him? I panic & say no, I’ve been studying all evening & my brain is numb, but we text each other a bit.He tells me they had a show planned for Bristol, but it fell through. Then I go get ready for bed.I’ve got an exam in the morning so I need to get some sleep. My phone rings. I hear DC, onstage, playing with a band, that includes Cait o’ Riordan (Pogues) on bass, singin’ Easy Mistake & then my sister saying”Are you there? Can you hear?” I say “Yes. Now hush” She lets the whole song play. I am in floods of tears. Had no idea it would move me this much. I’m supposed to be in bed, but I have to get up. Come downstairs. Play the whole album. Go online. Check for tickets to the London gig. There’s one left. I buy it. I try & find more, so I can bring some friends with me, but no,’tis the last one, the venue will let me know if anymore become available.
On Facebook, a couple o’ days after, someone shows a photo of the setlist. I make a comment. “Awww, No Lean, It’s my favourite” DC comments He’ll play just it for me, at the London show. Am ridiculously excited. Review is below, so I can fit it in.
Closeknit. Some fathers & sons. The friendliest show I have ever been at. Either everyone knows each other elsewhere, but I don’t think they did, but everyone was really friendly & welcoming. Maybe it’s the David Corley effect? His niceness just sort of rubs off on ya.
It made me think..
One of the best gigs I’ve ever been to. A wonderful night, that I can only wish could be shared by much more than the few who were lucky enough to be in the know for this gig. I think David Corley is old enough & wise enough to not have his head turned by stardom by now so I wish a little starlight to shine his way most definitely. Otherwise, someone way in the future is going to find a copy of Available Light & declare it a longlost classic. It IS a classic that deserves not to be lost & here’s hoping for many more from the pen, & that beautiful deep husky voice of David Corley & his band. Somebody somewhere must know how to get this great man some recognition (& a decent tour manager)