Tickets on sale now, on The Cadogan Hall website, for Gretchen Peters. Wednesday 13th June 2018.
The O2, London
Some Afterworders and every musician in London, by the look of my Twitter timeline.
It made me think..
This was one of my favourite gigs I have ever been to at The O2. I know not everyone heard as good sound as I did – I can only think that the sound engineer mixed it for the back of the Hall – but it was the best I’ve ever had there. Two bands who have meant so much to me, for more than 45 years, playing THOSE songs, I was in heaven. And the level of musicianship…..oh my. I have wanted to see Keith Carlock play for years and he did not disappoint. It occurs to me that I have seen two of my favourite live drummers within four weeks, Big Big Train’s Nick d’Virgillio and Steely Dan’s Keith Carlock. The late, great Jeff Porcaro played on many of those original Steely Dan songs. Jeff would have been standing in the wings, applauding Carlock’s brilliant playing.
Tomorrow night, for the umpteenth time in 41 years, I am going to see Hall & Oates, live. They are one of my fave live bands. This is from 1976. I saw them 4 nights later.
So, tonight’s task is to post a track (live, or not) by the band/singer you have seen the most.
The twist is, it has to be the killer track that would make me want to go and see them.
It was after band practice, one Saturday in ’72. I was breaking down the kit, ready to carry it back down the hill to our house. We practised in Chris & Steve’s house (guitar and bass) on most Saturday afternoons. My brother Phil & I (guitar and drums) lived at the bottom of the hill, on the same road. Anyway, as I was unscrewing the bass drum pedal, I became aware of someone standing next to me. I looked up. It was Steve’s girlfriend, Angie. She smiled down at me, her blonde hair falling across her face.
“Do you want any help?” she asked.
They hadn’t been going out very long, so I didn’t know her too well. She was tall, slim and incredibly pretty. And she had a smile to wrap yourself up in. It lit up her face. And she smiled a lot. She was a really happy kid.
“Thanks. You could undo the nuts on the cymbals for me.” She nodded.
At 16 I had the most severe acne that one doctor at the hospital had ever seen. I am 61 years old now and am still taking daily pills to keep it in check. It has » Continue Reading.
I’ve always been a worrier. It goes with the depression. You know, like a supermarket promotion, ‘two for one,’ ‘buy one, get one free.’
I worry about everything. Life. I worry about Life. I don’t worry about death. Not since the suicide attempt. No fears about death.
She was gorgeous.
You know when you’re 17 years old and life has started to become complicated? When responsibilities begin to creep in and tug at your sleeve, and whisper, “Attend to me. Listen to me.”? I didn’t want anything to do with them – still don’t, (says the old git, on his second marriage, second house, responsible job, good salary,) I fucking hate responsibility.
She had deep blue eyes.
Music was my sanctuary, my port in the storm of life. I could wrap myself in my albums, my stereo, my headphones, and escape the world of responsibility.
When I say deep blue, I mean Atlantis deep, submariner deep, ‘you’ll get the bends’ deep.
You know, deep blue.
I swam in those eyes. For two and a half years, I was an Olympic swimmer in those eyes. Mark Spitz? Probably Duncan Goodhew.
Nearly twenty years after climbing out of » Continue Reading.
It doesn’t come in a sling. It doesn’t wear a bandage. It doesn’t use a crutch.
Perhaps, if it did any of those things, it would be more recognisable, more important, to those lucky people that don’t suffer from it.
But it doesn’t.
Depression is not a choice. It is not a state of mind to ‘get over.’ It is not something we can control. We would love to decide when it hits and when it doesn’t.
But we can’t.
Yesterday I told my boss that I have suffered from depression for 43 years. He wasn’t even born 43 years ago. He was brilliant. Supportive, helpful, compassionate. I wish everyone who suffers worked for as good an employer as I do.
But they don’t.
Please help. You can’t see depression. You can’t hear it. You can’t touch it. But, really, you can do all of those things.
You can see your friend’s moods, and how they change. You can hear your friend, and how their voice lowers, how their speech slows. And you can feel their tears, their emotions, how everything is right at the surface. You can touch their pain.
You can’t help us depressives.
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Van Morrison should be right up my avenue. But he wasn’t. For years. To be fair, I was only 12 years old when Astral Weeks came out but, in the early seventies, he was, as they say, right in my wheelhouse. But, for whatever reason, I didn’t bite.
Fourteen years, and 11 albums later, I paid attention.
Bob Harris played this song as a pre-release from the Beautiful Vision album. I was lying on my sofa, headphones on. Despite the sofa, I was floored.
Since then, I have bought everything. I have seen him many times (not a duff gig, thanks,) and love his music.
So, what will you admit to coming late to? What was the track that did it?
I’ve got the Test Match on the telly (mute), my favourite playlist on the Bose and a glass of very good South African Shiraz Mourvèdre on the go. There’s a huge Brill in the fridge, which Mrs. B will do later, with Italian tomatoes and capers, and this just came up. I bloody love this song. So, good people of the Afterworld, favourite songs with ‘road’ in the title please.
niallb on The story of a support band.
This is an extended version of a post I wrote a couple of years ago. Think of it as the 12” remix.
If I could have jumped on any band wagon in my 34th year, then the FA Cup run of non-league Woking FC, in 1990, was as good as any tiny little band wagon around. It turned out that the little band wagon became a runaway train.
The date was Saturday 8th December 1990. A few friends had been following Isthmian Premier League team, Woking FC, throughout the Qualifying rounds. The Isthmian Prem was one division down from the Conference, the Holy Grail of non-league football. My mates had been to the home game against Bath City, from the Conference, in the 4th Qualifying round. Woking had won 2-1.
In the First Round Proper, The Cards (short for Cardinals, from the Cardinal Red colour of their red & white halves shirt,) drew high flying Conference side Kidderminster Harriers, again at home. It was a 0-0 draw and the replay, at Kiddy, was 1-1. The second replay (remember them?) also at Kiddy, was 1-1 until Woking scored in the dying minutes. » Continue Reading.
as my Mum used to say. One of my very favourite Jason Isbell songs now has a beautiful film to go with it.
I love docs about making albums, but when it’s one of my very favourite bands……?
So, mug of tea, favourite chair, settle back.
I love loads of ’70’s/’80’s American rock. I mean the well produced, big harmonies, great songs, AOR American rock. As a Springsteen/Dawes/Big Big Train/Tedeschi Trucks/Hall & Oates/Ian Hunter fan it gets me into lots of good arguments about what constitutes good music. My response is always “couldn’t give a feck,” which tends to wind people up even more.
So, come on then. Let’s ‘ave it…
Always has been, always will be.
Stumbled across this today. Great song, but the 8 minute intro had me in stitches.
Student Central, University of London
My first ever gig was in November 1971, at Guildford Civic Hall. Mott The Hoople were pre-hits but were the biggest band touring the UK. They had built a solid, 2 year reputation as the best live act in the country, as they rampaged from college to uni to theatre. They were loud, chaotic, shambolic but utterly captivating. That night, I fell in love….with Mott, with lead singer Ian Hunter, and with live music. 46 years later, the love affair still burns bright.
I have seen IH&TRB several times, over the last few years, but this was the best. With a newish album, a 42 year solo back catalogue, plus the Mott Hits, the setlist was a stormer. Starting with That’s When The Trouble Starts, from the new album, Fingers Crossed, the band, and Ian, ripped the roof off the place from the get-go. Throughout the set, there was no let up, with the chords of the next intro starting beneath the thunderous ovation for the previous song. Second up was Ian’s biggest solo hit, Once Bitten Twice Shy, which was a sizeable hit in the USA. Ian moved to Conneticut » Continue Reading.
Three fantastic voices, (L to R at the start, Charles Kelley, Jason Aldean & Darius Rucker) plus Derek Trucks playing Duane Allman’s Gold Top Les Paul, through Duane’s Marshall amp, for the first time in a live setting) at last night’s Country Music Television Awards.
Royal Albert Hall
Our 2nd night in succession with The Voice (Paul should sue the bloody tv show) and his fantastic band, playing a full set of songs by Free, many of which were never played live by the original band. The previous night had been a loud, hot, sweaty night in Birmingham, with the audience raising the roof of the beautiful Symphony Hall, as Paul grinned like he was the happiest man on the planet. So, on the 2nd night, I was worried that the more staid London audience would just sit on their hands, and get swallowed up by the whole “OMG but the Albert Hall is beautiful,” thing. I need not have worried, not one bit. Firstly, the band. Paul has toured with Deborah Bonham as his support act a few times. He has known her for years and she has always had a strong band. Paul did a charity gig a few years back, with Deborah’s band, and loved that they just fell in behind him when he started to sing Fire & Water or The Stealer. The rhythm section of Ian Rowley on bass and Rich Newman on drums step into » Continue Reading.
I’ve had this on a loop all day, since Spotify dropped it into my Discover Weekly list. It strikes me that, this weekend, this is the perfect track. It’s a long dreamy piece, that I don’t have to think too hard about, and it ticks all of my boxes.
Bank Holiday Monday is our 17th wedding anniversary. Monday 29th May 2000 was also the Bank Holiday. It had rained for 4 days solid – so much so that the Captain of the Thames River Cruiser we had booked was worried that the river was too high for him to get under the bridges between Marlow and Henley. Luckily, on the morning on the 29th, the sun shone, the river dropped and, after the ceremony at The Compleat Angler, and drinks on the lawn, Janet, myself and 50 close friends and family climbed aboard the boat. Six hours of leisurely cruising, food, drink and a disco and watching the world go by. It was the best day of my troubled life.
So, tonight we’re on a train into London, dinner at our favourite restaurant, then train home. Up early tomorrow to drive to Birmingham, see Jan’s Mum & Dad, then into » Continue Reading.
What does it sound like?:
Little Stevie is back. Just the 41 years after he was producer and co-writer of much of the first album by Jersey’s own Southside Johnny & The Asbury Jukes, Steve Van Zandt has resurrected that blistering sound. Of course, Miami Steve has been a bit busy in the meantime, loads more Southside albums, 9 years in The E Street Band, a 19 year solo career and, so far, a further 18 years and counting as leader of Bruce’s Greatest Bar Band On The Planet. Add in his 8 years as Silvio Dante in The Sopranos, and the 4 years acting, producing and co-writing the wonderful Lilyhammer, and you can see that 67 year old Steven Lento has been ‘a bit busy.’
When he embarked on his solo career, with the mighty Little Steven & The Disciples of Soul, he took the template, that he and singer Johnny Lyon had designed for The Asbury Jukes, and kicked it up the arse. The first few LS&TDOS albums are huge, beefy, brassy albums, full of fantastic songs and a cast of thousands. After that, he went off on a tangent, the sound became less soulful, the songs » Continue Reading.
Steve Van Zandt’s new solo album drops today, just the 20 odd years since his last one (I know, he’s been a bit busy leading The E Street Band, making the brilliant Lilyhammer, DJing his own radio show, campaigning and generally being great fun on Twitter but, hey!) So, he’s got a bunch of people back as the awesome Disciples of Soul, recut some of those great songs he wrote for Southside Johnny & The Asbury Jukes, crafted some new ones, and turned out an album that I suspect will be my Sound of the Summer.
The album is currently bouncing off the walls here, so expect a full review in a couple of days, but here is the title track to whet your appetite. Big horns, big drums, big vocals, soulful songs, it don’t get much better.
Smashing Lonely Robot gig last night, new Big Big Train album arrived today (it’s gorgeous) but now I’m a bit progged out. This beauty just came up and I went to see if there was anything on youtube. This will do me fine, thanks.
I bow to no one in my love for The Mac. From Greeny’s Looking For Somebody (which I used to teach myself to play drums to) to Say You Will, I have everything, and love it all. However, it’s way past time that Danny Kirwan got the credit he more than deserves. I would contest that he saved the band. When Peter, and then Jeremy left, it was Danny that carried the torch, flew the kite, fanned the flame. Tell me this isn’t the dogs. https://youtu.be/Kf9xxeeluHM