Brighten up a nothingy sort of day with this rather fine feature on Fairport in a one off lineup (I think they were technically broken up at the time) with Linda Thompson on vocals, though this is well after Richard left so you get some solo stuff (including live brass band on “I want to see the bright lights tonight”). Other highlights include a mandolin trio with Swarb, Peggy and RT picking up a storm and a rather fine bass solo from Peggy in the last number. Nice to see Mike Harding presenting too.
Since The Thomp is bigger around here than The Beatles, Elvis, Aretha, Bruce Springsteen, U2, Madonna, Westlife, Beyonce, Metallica and Iron Maiden combined, I thought a small notice regarding the fact that the very same person was recently interviewed on BBC Radio Ulster by Ralph McLean could be welcome.
Fast forward to the second hour if you haven’t got the patience to hear the whole thing, even if you should, as McLean has excellent taste in music.
Found this edition of the French programme Pop Deux, dated December 5th 1970. It starts with a recording of Woody Guthrie followed by live performances by Blodwyn Pig, Matthews Southern Comfort. The best is last: 30 minutes of Fairport Convention (after Sandy Denny left) with great work from Richard Thompson and Dave Swarbrick.
I came across this article via The Browser website. I believe the guy thinks he’s writing an article for mid-80s NME. But, as there are a fair few people here who have an interest in Fairport / Sandy, I thought I should share it: A writer in something called The Paris Review on Sandy
Apropos nothing other than it is very irritating, my Mac spellchecker keeps changing Fairport to Airport.
Just an old-fashioned love song One I’m sure they wrote for you and me Just an old-fashioned love song Comin’ down in three-part harmony
So sang the Three Dog Night in 1971.
Today I heard the song Beeswing by Richard Thompson and was reminded that, not only is it a mighty song in its own right, but it’s also one of the most wonderful, tear-inducing love songs I can think of. Beeswing has it all: Wonderful lyrics that I can totally identify with, a melody to die for and guitar playing we bedroom strummers (oo-er) can only dream of.
It’s the perfect love song, isn’t it?
Unless you know better.
London. Fascinating place but an absolute bastard when it comes to finding peace and quiet. Anything resembling real countryside is bloody miles away, the parks are filled with joggers, buggy-pushing parents, cyclists and kids; the streets are simply full. My recent lightbulb moment was the realisation that cemeteries are usually empty, save for dead people, and give some opportunity to walk quietly while smelling wet grass and trees rather than exhaust fumes and Lynx. The bonus in London is that some graveyards have famous residents… And so, by bus, train, then another bus to cover the six miles between here and there, I went to see Sandy Denny’s final resting place at Putney Vale Cemetery, between Richmond Park and Wimbledon Common. It’s a simple grave: a horizontal rectangle of stone marking its limits, covered in green gravel, the headstone reading, line by line, The Lady // Alexandra Elene // MacLean Lucas // (Sandy Denny) // 6.1.47 – 21.4.78 Her birth name was Alexandra Elene MacLean Denny – MacLean from her Scottish granny while Lucas came from Trevor Lucas, the Australian musician she married in 1973. I didn’t know any of this until the last couple of days, searching it out » Continue Reading.