David Bowie Tribute – A Starman Waiting in the Sky – N.S.C 7-2-16

There, in the chords and melodies, is everything I want to say. The words just jolly it along. It’s always been my way of expressing what, for me, is inexpressible by any other means” (Bowie)

Bowie often stated that he communicated more through his music than his lyrics. But I defy the notion that from the first couple of bars, (we can all immediately identify), of classics like; “The Jean Genie“, “Ziggy Stardust” or “Life on Mars“, that you’re not prompted to sing the words that are somehow indelibly etched in your subconscious, even if only a sometimes fan. Such was the impact of the thin white duke. And just as it’d be difficult to find a music lover who hasn’t had at least a feeling about a Bowie song, it would be difficult to find a musician who hasn’t been influenced either directly or indirectly by Bowie in some form, be it music, lyrics or image. He was renowned for his ability to reinvent himself as a performer both through the use of characters and his changing musical style. So it seemed somehow fitting that performers whose musical styles differed were assembled to pay tribute, including a few I wouldn’t have immediately thought would be Bowie fans.

Enter JMS Harrison, (who is also lead vocalist with Old Etiquettes), who is emerging as the “go to” guy when you want an event that will feature a diverse group of local musicians, (both within their own bands or as part of a mix), having also organised the successful PJ Harvey tribute last year. It’s not an easy task to stage manage a dozen acts over a marathon six hours, keeping the set up times to a minimum and the audience engaged. A difficult task when most acts are playing only 2 or 3 songs each. It was the diversity of the performers, many who I hadn’t heard before and the mix of Bowie songs, including some of the lesser known, that kept the audience eager for more.

A strong start with one of the centrepieces of the Ziggy Stardust album, “Starman“, performed by a band I hadn’t heard before, Closet Straights, who got the crowd singing along from the off, and definitely a band I’ll see again. Kate Lucas from Coda Chroma then smashed it with a brilliant version of “Ashes to Ashes“. Andrew McCubbin once again showed his skill on guitar with one of my favourites, “Wild is the Wind“. The first half had something for everyone with other classics; “Five Years“, “China Girl“, “Heroes” and a couple of songs Bowie had covered.

The second half of the show somehow seemed to take it up a notch. Beginning with JMS and band performing a great version of “Modern Love” along with the lesser known, haunting, “Slip Away“. Then rockers, Have/Hold turned up the volume and had some of the crowd almost in a dancing frenzy. But, it was from the first 8 well known beats of “The Jean Genie” that high energy power blues band, The Ugly Kings assaulted the stage. “The Jean Genie“, “Lazarus“, and “Rebel Rebel“, perfect choices for their powerful sound and style. The sound, played with precision, exploded from the stage, and having chosen two of the best loved Bowie hits, it took things to the next level. They absolutely stole the show. A marathon afternoon and early evening, it was left to the flawless Ash Naylor & Sun God Replica, who continued the vibe and closed the show with great renditions of “Boys Keep Swinging” and one of the best versions I’ve heard in a long time of “All the Young Dudes“.

And so ended a day of music that has endured the passage of time, a celebration both among the crowd and  musicians, of a one-off, musician, performer, chameleon and rock icon whose breadth of influence is almost too vast to contemplate.

Maybe Ziggy Stardust was immortal after all….

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The Dan Lethbridge 3 – January Residency 15/1/16

A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence” (Leopold Stokowski)

And quite simply, Dan Lethbridge does just that.

Growing up with a father who I think secretly wished to live off the land in the middle of the NSW nowhere, by the time I was 6 I could name every breed of cattle on sight. Towns; Glen Innes, Moree, Goondiwindi, I knew them all, to a back drop of alt-country, folk and R&B. So it’s no surprise that as I listened to the mellow reflections on life and love, (a narrative that has somehow distinctly Australian authenticity), that my mind was filled with images of past.

It took one listen of the up tempo, infectious, I Want You With Me, to know that I had to hear this band live. I waited 3 months for their next gig, the album launch of Inner Western, last October. That night, Dan Lethbridge and The Campaigners, (an 8 piece on that occasion), took to the stage and excited the crowd with an energetic cohesive performance. I’ve said that there are only three musical acts that I would gladly see every performance, well Dan Lethbridge is one of those three. In this incarnation, The Dan Lethbridge 3, is stripped back to bass, drums and Dan on vocals and guitar. I liked them so much I saw them two weeks in a row! Fortunately for me, the band was only half way through their January residency. So last Friday, I again ventured to the Post Office Hotel, different friends in tow, to join some of the other now familiar faces in the ever growing crowd.

Taking to the stage in typically laid back style for the first of two sets, the DL3, had me smiling immediately. The opening song, If You Don’t Say It, with it’s melancholy guitar, drew my thoughts to the memory of a solitary figure quietly staring at the wind dance across a field of wheat on a stifling Summer’s day. Then, my favourite, Close The Deal, with it’s crooning vocal and barefoot slow dance almost 50’s rock and roll tempo. The set also featured,(from the acclaimed 2012 release, Oh Hawke), Hard To Fight, a tale of being on the skids, with its’ typically alt-country ballad guitar and crisp vocal. Added to the mix a great cover of the sombre, Van Occupanther. The set finished with the popular more traditional country, Wish For What You Had, with Dan telling us that, “round and round we go until the end you’ll only wish for what you had“. We were convinced!

A couple of drinks and it was on to set two. Often when a band plays two sets, the second tends to lack something, but not in this case. This set was a mixture of covers, including brilliant versions of Marry Song and Cannibal’s Hymn, and up tempo numbers from Oh Hawke and Inner Western. A highlight, the contrast of the lively almost playful jazz style beat and vocal of, Do No Harm, which contradicts the somewhat sober lyrics. One song I have on repeat. Add, the sing-a-long, Hey Lover and of course the rockin, I Want You With Me.

Dan Lethbridge’s songs effortlessly cross genres from folk to R&B to alt-country and indie rock. His lyrics tell stories and paint pictures. They manage to convey complex sometimes dark emotions yet somehow contain an optimism and often humor, all remain with you. The crowd, at least half being regulars I’d seen at other DL gigs, clearly enjoyed every song. The band, as a trio, was perfect for the very relaxed surrounds. The DL3 perform with an ease, gentle humor and good-natured banter both among the band and with the crowd. Therefore seem very personable and approachable, so there isn’t that appearance of distance between performer and audience that is sometimes evident at gigs.

As we leave and I hope I have at least a couple of good pics, I think, well, if not, there’s always next Friday…..

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2015 in Review-My Musical Medley

John Cusack told me in High Fidelity that, a good mix tape is like writing a letter. There’s a lot of erasing and rethinking and starting again. You’ve got to kick off with a corker, to hold the attention and then you’ve got to up it a notch, or cool it a notch .… 2015 was my mix tape, but after seeing 50 gigs, and I could’ve seen many more, for Melbourne, is, music, could I narrow it to my top 5?

January 1, 2016, there won’t be any new years resolutions from this gal, because we all know that resolutions remain resolute for about the amount of time it takes hungover and draped over the couch, to find the remote control and change the channel. So rather than look forward, as I contemplate the logistics of finding said remote without movement on my part, here is my year of live music that in some way, blew me away.

My friends will tell you that I gush endlessly about Husky so it was somehow fitting, (although completely random), that the first and last gigs of 2015 for me, were in fact, Husky. 2015 began with Husky on a 40 degree Summer evening, outdoors in the cool leafy space behind the NGV International that gave the gig a lazy sumptuous feel. 2015 ended on December 19, a 42 degree day with Husky at NSC where I was as mesmerised as on that earlier February day.

But before the cheers of the final 5, here are my thoughts on those of the other 45 that have stuck in my mind.

The Perfections, a fave from 2013-14, and self proclaimed as Melbourne’s laziest garage soul band kicked ass in February with Christina’s vocals. She could be the love child of Tina Turner and Chrissy Amphlett if that was possible!
A final Bennetts Lane gig with The Furbelows in June transported me to the 40’s with songs of times past, with the exquisite harmonies of the 3 vocalists.
Amistat’s folky goodness charmed with their easy rapport, funny stories and gentle harmonies, then, Marlon Williams’ ballads and vocal gymnastics left us speechless.
Sydney’s Squeeze Box Trio, a 5 piece gypsy swing band, had the whole joint squeeze box jumpin to gypsy beats that had me dancing until my feet ached!
Follow with, the night of every song with a 3/4 (waltz) beat from the somewhat eccentric but wonderful, Captain Apples.
And, absolute highlights for a gal that is indie folk/country at heart, were Ben Whiting, James Fahy, Hugh McGinlay and Dan Lethbridge, whose lyrics all weave wonderful stories.
Having a predilection for Paris in the time of Hemingway and Gauguin, add to the mix, a regular indulgence of French chanson that made me swoon, from crooners, Merime, Paul Gillette and La Mauvaise Reputation.
And finally, Queenscliff Music Festival where I was blown away by The California Honeydrops, Mustered Courage and Melbourne Ska Orchestra, whilst coming home to, Lior and Hoodoo Gurus.

But these 5 were something extra special:

The Basics – Gasometer
Middle of the floor, in the round, everyone huddled around them, an easy banter that comes from playing together a long time, they had the crowd from the first drum beat. For over 2hrs, the musical brilliance of Wally De Backer held me spellbound culminating in a version of Fleetwood Mac’s Songbird.

Rubber Soul Revolver – Arts Centre
A rare opportunity, 3 rows from the front, to see, Jordie Lane, Marlon Williams, Husky Gawenda and Fergus Linacre perform The Beatles Rubber Soul and Revolver albums back to back. Individually and as a group they not only did justice to the The Beatles but made the songs their own.

Husky – Private Gig
Lucky enough to be one of a handful sat around a grand piano, with music that soared.

Three Writers Sing Their Words – Conduit Arts
A truly acoustic gig, no mics, no amps, just three guys and their guitars. James Fahy, James Hazelden and Floyd Thursby did just that. Each performer taking turns, one song each. This allowed a night of humour, stories and song. A delight.

Number 5 is a 3 way tie…cheating I know!

David Bowie Ziggy Stardust From the Top – featured the who’s who of local musicians. Highlights were James Fahy – Life on Mars, Baby Grace – Strangers When We Meet and Pete Whelan embodied Bowie with The Jean Genie

Changes – A Bowie Tribute – performers unleashed their inner Bowie. As I’ve already reviewed this gig I’ll just say, read my review! Highlights; Michael Plater and Sam Sejavka.

The Secret History of Song – Take a true folk soul, Mandy Connell and add provocateur balladeer, Floyd Thursby and you get a singular musical experience focused on the origin of the song, inspiration for the song and if the song was completely original at all. One gig I wanted more of.

…..and you can’t have two tracks by the same artist side by side, unless you’ve done the whole thing in pairs, and … oh there are loads of rules. But, really, there are no rules, for me, often it’s the indefinable.

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Husky and Moules Frites on a 42 Degree Day 19/12/15

“Hit me with another one Sam” The bartenders, in film noir, were always Sam or Mack. Through the smokey haze of the dimly lit room was a space littered with tiny tables where there sat an assortment of couples, heads close, tongues whispering. Even with the door open to the street and the ceiling fans buzzing away, the air remained oppressive. I trailed my fingers through the rapidly melting ice in the tub, now half filled with water, and for a second relished the coolness. In the heat of the 42 degree day, my thoughts had wandered!

I had spent the afternoon avoiding the heat at my favourite local French cafe, with French friends, drinking Sangria. The icy fruity cool inviting me to drink many more than my head would later appreciate. Sangria, Moules Frites and the promise of two of the usual chanteurs, Merime and Paul Gillette, crooning Gainsbourg and Trenet, had convinced me to leave my air conditioned oasis. The Sangria filled afternoon too soon became a Sangria filled evening and the mellow tones of Merime had just started to sweep me away when I was jolted back to reality with a text asking where I was! With regret that almost immediately turned to excitement, I bid my friends adieu and in the still sticky heat ventured to the Northcote Social Club to see my absolute favourite musical act, Husky!

I discovered indie folk band Husky in 2014 and from the first song I was like a musical crushed teenager. Having never experienced the band, my friends couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about. After much cajoling on my part to get them there, they now understand. There are only 3 musical acts I can honestly say I would gladly see every gig they played, and this is one of them.

This sweltering Saturday night was my fourth Husky gig this year, and each time had been unique. Begin, Summer twilight at the NGV on a February day much like this had been, the advantage being the NGV had the lawn strewn with plump cushions under leafy shade. Husky previewed their then newish second album Ruckers Hill, and pear cider in hand, reclined on a soft makeshift couch, held me captivated. Next, that old sticky carpet of The Espy for Easter Eggs and Easter Husky. I was then fortunate enough to attend a gig that resembled a relaxed lounge room jam where Husky’s gentle vocal soared for an intimate audience. Spending most of this year on the road collecting devotees throughout Europe and parts of the USA and UK, it was no surprise that this unexpected homecoming show in their home town sold out fast.

Having missed the first support, I arrived having successfully negotiated the tram in the still oppressive heat, in time to see Gena Rose Bruce, a young local singer with catchy songs. The crowd were appreciative but restless for the main act and surged forward immediately the curtain began to open to the unmistakable chords of the song, Ruckers Hill, a story of love at a time when everything is still possible.

Ruckers Hill is one of those rare albums that doesn’t have an obviously weak song. I can say that every song is strong in some way, be it the sometimes haunting harmonies of cousins Husky Gawenda and Gideon Preiss whose voices meld in synthesis, the gentle chord progressions, the sheer musicality of Gideon’s classical piano training or the thoughtful lyrics. I mean, anyone who can successfully use the word somnambulist in a song, (Saint Joan), has my attention. The strength of the songwriting is evident in the fact that Husky Gawenda won the coveted Vanda & Young songwriting competition for Saint Joan in 2014.

Heartbeat, a song with a psychedelic edge that builds momentum and urgency until the final chorus when the rolling drums are introduced, is next. Followed by my favourite, Arrow, with that rare combination of a simultaneously happy and sad feel. The chorus always makes me want to dance, barefoot and swirling. Then it’s back to the debut album Forever So for the hits Tidal Wave and Fake Moustache. The set list of 14 included all of the most well known songs from both albums and had the crowd frequently singing along. Add to that an intense complex classical style solo where Gideon almost feverishly struck the keys.

The genuine affection between the band members translated to the crowd who although strangers, had a feeling of unison about them. The room was awash with smiles as the mellowness of Husky permeated from the stage, evidenced in the gentle banter between the cousins. There was even a “Miyagi” moment when Husky captured an errant fly in a single hand and took it outside. The crowd cheered! It’s difficult to explain, but Husky has that “it” factor where no matter how many times you hear the songs, you want to hear them again and unlike many bands, their live shows add that something extra to the songs.

Although the band’s popularity is constantly growing, they seemingly remain unchanged and accessible, and after the final encore, I’m not coming back, as I leave, a lyric from their song, Animals & Freaks, enters my head.

There was something going on that night, but I don’t know what it was….

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Queenscliff Music Festival 2015 – Part 2

Dick Clark once said “music is the soundtrack of your life“. This has certainly been true for me, and lets face it, who hasn’t at least had a relationship song! When I was 18 and believed I’d met the love of my life, I thought my song was The Cure’s “Friday I’m in Love“, his was more Dire Straits “Money for Nothing“! But after being entranced by The California Honeydrops, I wanted whatever their life soundtrack was.

I had heard about an amazing New Orleans style jazz/soul group from California that was going to play at Queenscliff and one youtube listen had me hooked, but I was unprepared for the unforgettable, complete Honeydrops experience. The music is diverse, drawing on soul, roots, R&B, funk, blues and southern jazz. They don’t give you a performance, they create a joyful party. This joy is infectious and when they play it’s almost as if you’ve stumbled upon them jamming. I don’t think my smile left me.
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individually so can more than hold their own musically, as was evident in the various showcase solo moments; from the funky keyboard solos and the perfect jazz sax, to Ben Malament smashing the drums and washboard. Each member’s distinct style shines whilst directed by multi instrumentalist and lead singer Lech Wierzynski, who effortlessly won the crowd from the first. For some it was the flawless trumpet solos and crisp vocals, others, that knowing grin when he convinced us with the bluesy, “baby, I liked it better, when it was wrong” and the funky, “if you do it, do it like you mean it“. Add to that, conducting the capacity crowd in a perfectly timed sing-a-long, this was one party I didn’t want to end. After their rendition of one of my favourites, Curtis Mayfields “People Get Ready” which had me swooning, the set finished to cheers and calls for encores.

A hard act to follow, local favourites Augie March hit the stage. After the high energy of the previous act this was a change of pace. Even with lead singer Glenn suffering with the flu, the band played a tight set. With limited banter to preserve the vocals, he still created a rapport, but it was clear that the crowd were waiting for one song. We’ve all been at that party with the drunken circle of friends “singing” along to “One Crowded Hour”, and even with the flu, the intensity of Glenn’s vocal gave me goose bumps.

The gravelly tones of Tex Perkins with Cookin on 3 Burners took me back to hot sweaty summer pub nights. Tex, always a performer that grabs your attention. Then, the final act of the night, Aussie legends, The Hoodoo Gurus, assaulted the stage from the off. Hit after hit. It was the perfect “mix tape”. Tojo, Miss Freelove ’69, Wipeout, Bittersweet, 1000 Miles Away, What’s My Scene, Come Anytime, I Want You Back, they just kept coming. Dave Faulkner’s faultless vocals belied the passage of time. Even pressed against the barrier, moshpit style, the crowd going off behind me, and like the crowd, knowing all the words, I danced and sang until my voice was hoarse. The crowd still fired up, the bus ride home was complete with drunk “Somebody to Love”.

You know the morning after the night before? Well that was Sunday at the festival. At nearly every performance the audience was sitting, or stretched out on a rug, almost meditation style. This made connecting with the audience more of a challenge for most of the acts. After a subdued breakfast we headed to the Vue Grand for the surprise act of the weekend, local lads, Mustered Courage. Having never heard them, the promise of some hoe down Sunday mornin banjo appealed. What we got was a slick tight set of musical harmonies and melodies and songs that show cased each band members skill. I was reminded of early Mumford & Sons. Although they’ve only been around about four years, this ARIA nominated, progressive folk/bluegrass/country/R&B band is definitely one that’s on the rise.

The afternoon highlight was another dose of the California Honeydrops who delighted with a completely different set. I couldn’t get enough and wished their first Australian tour hadn’t come to an end.
Festival darlings Angus and Julia Stone closed the weekend with the capacity crowd spilling outside of the Lighthouse tent.

As the final applause echoed, we followed the crowd in silence, each lost in our own thoughts. I turned back to the now deserted Lighthouse stage and thought, “some people feel the rain, others just get wet”.

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Queenscliff Music Festival 2015 – Part 1

Nirvana: a state of perfect peace and happiness, or, any place of pure bliss and delight. I can’t tell you exactly when I hit nirvana, but I know it was somewhere between Lior and The California Honeydrops.

You’ll probably be expecting me to wax lyrical about the sleepy seaside town, with its charming cafes and country town regulation number of pubs, that suddenly bursts into a colourful sea of serious music devotees and the music curious. But for me, it began, when I was leaning against the barrier and Lior, without fanfare, stepped onto the main Lighthouse stage, and began This Old Love. From the first bars, the capacity crowd on the opening night, was his. Pressed against the barrier at the front of the stage, the first melancholy notes, had me completely.

Autumn Flow, the album that 10 years ago kick started an enduring and varied career, has an air of wonder, expectation and innocence and with each song the crowd was carried along as one, each lost in their own memories. Listening to favorites; My Grandfather and Autumn Flow, I can only describe the feeling for me as comfortable, like coming home. But it was the final song, a cover of Jeff Buckley’s Satisfied Mind, with it’s slow, soulful guitar and vocals that just blew me and the crowd away. I wanted more, already feeling that this, only my second act would be difficult to top.

The night finished, with a sea of brass, with the Melbourne Ska Orchestra who had the capacity crowd on their feet dancing from the first beats. Reminiscent of 80’s ska giants, Madness, I was expecting a rendition of One Step Beyond at any moment! Each member brought their own individuality and personality to the performance both musically and through their on stage antics, whilst expertly conducted with endless energy by the multi talented Nicky Bomba. These guys know how to put on a show. The Orchestra commands you to leave your cares behind, dance and have fun, which is exactly what I did. An hour later, with tired feet, as we waited for the bus, with the songs still swirling in my head, I believed Nicky, that, The Best Things in Life are Free!

The organisers had surpassed expectations with the smorgasbord of musical delights scheduled for day 2, yes these were my thoughts whilst contemplating my egg and bacon toastie, necessary fuel for the anticipated 16 hr onslaught ahead. I was ready!

Attracted to unique musical experiences, and for me, uniqueness comes in many different forms, we headed for the QMF Express, a vintage train commonly known as “The Blues Train” which has featured the likes of Claude Hay & Geoff Achison. Three different acts in three different carriages we began with Alister Turrill & The Vagabond Brothers who transported me to the deep south with gravelly vocals and trance like bass. Half way mark, to the back of the train and the impressive blues vocals of Blue Eyes Cry.

Next up, Robert Forster could still command a stage, taking me back to a night where in a tiny club, I drank Vodka and danced to The Go Betweens in a completely white dress under strobe lights! Memories. By then the band had disbanded so it was my first chance to experience his distinctive vocal style live. Besides, not only was Cattle and Cane, classic, their drummer was female and the only other person I’d seen with my name. After all, in your teens it is, all about you!
I then couldn’t help but groove in the Ozone Tent with the ever growing crowd of chai lovers to the sweet soul sounds of DJ Vince Peach. I want him at my next party!

So that was how the first half played out, so grab a drink and get ready for the back to back awesomeness of Saturday night and the more relaxed morning after!

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Changes – A David Bowie Tribute, Lyrebird Cafe. 21/11/15

Growing up in a house where my dad would come home from work every day and we’d spin his favourite 33’s, it’s no surprise I got my first album for my 8th birthday. TV was limited, but I begged my parents to give me the 6pm Sunday time slot, for Countdown! It was the mid 80’s and Beargarden, (fronted by the charismatic Sam Sejavka), and their single, I Write The News, burst onto the screen. I was instantly transfixed!
It’s always a risk to revisit idols of your past years later, and curiosity killed the cat, but hey, this cat still has at least 7 lives, so when I heard Sam was singing at Bowie – Changes Tribute, I couldn’t resist revisiting my preteen self!

So it was with curious anticipation that I ventured forth to suburbia. Lyrebird Cafe & Bar unobtrusively nestled among the Glen Eira Road shopping strip is cosy, with a slightly bohemian, welcoming feel. Now suburbia is not without its distance, so I missed the first couple of acts. The cafe was jammed with an assortment of Bowie and 80’s music devotees, some in standard glittery Bowie issue. Some faces were familiar but I couldn’t quite place them. Sam was yet to arrive.

The fourth act of the night,(my first), rapidly becoming a favourite, organiser Michael Plater, complete with glitter and eyeliner, opened with a very Bowiesque version of Diamond Dogs. Reminiscent of the Velvet Underground or The Triffids, Michael’s restrained edgy vocal then smashed Suffragette City, a difficult achievement for an iconic Bowie number. The crowd approved.

With ten acts and a set list including some of the lesser known Bowie numbers, the experience of the performers showed as they were able to quickly establish a rapport with the audience whilst limited to three songs each. The subdued vocal of Andrew McCubbin had the room in silence with his version of the under rated, Wild is The Wind. Another highlight was Melbourne four piece, Winter Sun, whose energetic version of, Fame got people dancing. The set ups were quick, the sets were tight and overall the night had a wonderful supportive feel from both the crowd and the other musicians.

With the last two acts to go, there was an almost imperceptible hum,”Sam’s here”, and all eyes were on the door. Dressed in a leopard print coat he quietly entered, and in doing so commanded the attention of the room. I don’t really know what I had expected but I still had that curious fascination. Guitar in hand, Sam and The Moth Body’s awesome guitarist, Donald Baldie accompanied unique vocalist and violinist, Bronwyn Adams. Then, the final act and my performance of the night, which included a brilliant version of, All The Madmen, the stage was Sam’s. A perfect finish! But the crowd, and the musicians wanted more, so all performers assembled on stage for a couple of impromptu Bowie numbers, a fitting finale.

As I turned to leave, I looked around and for a fleeting moment became that preteen fan once more, and I couldn’t help but smile!

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Floyd Thursby – Library at the Dock, Docklands. 25/10/15

Amongst titles; Fury’s Kiss and Love and Other Diseases, in a 3 piece suit and trilby, reminiscent of a 1940’s Sam Spade, on a hot Spring day, is a man, and his guitar. That is all. Although at first glance it seems an odd fit, he begins, and effortlessly starts to weave his stories through song. As I listen, I forget the noise and chatter of the library cafe and the poetry comes to life.

Unlike many singer songwriters locked into a particular sound or style, Floyd’s songs cross styles and genres. From the gentle folky, and my favourite, ‘In Your Hands’, to the truckin’ country beat of ‘Eight Days’ or the Cab Callowayesque ‘Bag of Knives’, the songs have one thing in common: subtle, emotion-charged, thoughtful, often humorous lyrics. Lyrics that are guaranteed to provoke a response in the listener.

Floyd quickly establishes a rapport with the audience and the next hour doesn’t disappoint, giving us a mix of songs old and new, and the stories behind those songs. Tales of tarot, weddings, lost love and even finding a bag of knives in a tree, these backstories further bring the lyrics to life. Being a library cafe, not an easy gig space, the audience ranges from very young to old, but even the pre-schooler at the next table is listening intently. Too soon the audience is clapping and I am brought back with a jolt as the musical journey has come to an end.

I smile and think, play it again, Floyd!

 

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https://floydthursby.bandcamp.com/track/in-your-hands