What A Night, Old Fruity

Well, I was freaking out that I wasn’t going to make it for the 6pm arrival time as I was still at the house waiting for a taxi to come collect me at 5.40pm. It’s Saturday night in Glasgow… traffic will be heaving! But it was mercifully fine. I still can’t quite get my head around the fact we are as far (or as close… depending on your perspective) from the city centre of Glasgow as we were in our old house from Luton Town centre. My taxi fare into the city was £6. We were at the Old Fruit Market in 10 mins.

I arrived and spotted one Mr Ronald Gurr at the bar. I sidled up and said hello. We chatted a bit. He asked me after a while “do you know where you’re seated?” “Nope. I have no idea.” “You could be seated with them”, he says to me. “Pfffft! I doubt that!” “Well… you never know”, he says.

As it was, I was seated at a table with Ronnie himself.

There wasn’t much of a view from my seat to be honest. £150 paid to see f*** all – it was starting well.

A couple of hours in Ronnie says to me “they’ll be on at midnight”. Whaaaa???! It wasn’t even 8pm!

I was also kept company by Rita and Nicolle. It was great to be with fellow SM fans.

A pit stop to the ladies halfway through the night and I walked by a table that some of the band was seated at. I waved to Cherisse on my way by and she stood up and stopped me to say hello. We chatted briefly and I chatted to Ged briefly also. It was so lovely of Cherisse to stop me and say hello. Much too kind.

Rita, Nicolle and I were just wishing the hours away until they received their award and would be performing.

Finally… after many awards handed out and quite a few auctioned off items for the Nordoff-Robbins charity, the final award of the night was given out.

Jim was gracious in his acceptance speech and then handed the mic over, rather unexpectedly, to Charlie. “I haven’t got anything to say. No one understands me anyway!” Lol. Bless him. Poor Charlie.

They then went straight into performing three songs – Waterfront, Love Song and Don’t You (Forget About Me). The crowd were loving it, and Jim had everyone (some ladies at the front in particular) eating out of the palm of his hand as usual (nothing ever changes).

Bruce Findlay was also there last night. He had earlier in the evening handed out the “Living Legends” Award to the Incredible String Band – one of his all time favourite bands.

He stayed on and was watching SM perform. And I could see Jim acknowledging Bruce during their set. It was a lovely moment to see.

I have no footage or photos. My phone stayed firmly in my bag all night.

There is some official photos around. Reports of the evening in the media, etc. I just wanted to just take it in and enjoy it.

It’s been a tough old week but this was lovely.

A little less of a feeling I am persona non grata once again by a few would be nice… but, you cannae have everything I guess.

Bryan Ferry – The Newest (and Biggest) Gig Wish Dream

Well…it started with Sophia Deboick in the New European magazine in April, 2018 greasing the wheels of me FINALLY taking a dive into Roxy Music and then my little talk with Jim about starting to get into them and him just reiterating the importance of Roxy and Bryan Ferry on Simple Minds and him (“No Roxy Music, no Simple Minds” he said to me) that compounded things.

I absolutely fell in love with early Roxy Music, esp. I confess I have still not delved into Bryan’s solo stuff as much…but honestly…what better excuse do I have!?

Despite not having as much of a delve into his solo stuff, Bryan quickly became very high on the agenda of a musical act to see.

When it seemed the money was going to appear last year, I had dallied with the notion of seeing him in Germany or at the Albert Hall…but the money just wasn’t around and I couldn’t. Then also this year, he was was playing a festival that was VERY local (I think near St Albans…? From memory) and he also played at the Summer Nights Festival at Kelvingrove Bandstand last year. The chances all slipped by.

But now, here we are! To Glasgow, my new home, and to Bryan playing the Armadillo on March 3rd, a few days before heading off to Copenhagen to see Simple Minds.

Can life get any sweeter? SOMEBODY PINCH ME!

I’ll be popping my cherry twice! My first (might end up being my only…who knows?) Bryan Ferry gig, and my first Armadillo gig (unless I happen to see someone else there beforehand. Though I doubt it).

😱😱😱😱

ROLL ON MARCH!

And of Bryan’s solo work I know…I love this…a reinterpretation of Robert Palmer’s Johnny And Mary – executed at the highest order.

Glasgow – Music Scene Central!

I read a piece from The Guardian yesterday as to why author Karl Whitney believed that Glasgow is the best city in Britain for the popular music-lover. He talked about the vibrancy of the scene, the number of venues the city has, a number of them more intimate music/pubs, some offering a fully vegan menu. I had been in two of them mentioned, The Flying Duck (making my mind up about Walnut Road and hearing Cities being played as some kind of omen) and Mono, in which I had that delicious kumquat margarita – and also checked out adjoining Monorail record bar.

I’ve walked past Nice N’ Sleazy’s numerous times but have never ventured in. And also for me personally, the notion that I am going to be living just 15 minutes away from the Royal Concert Hall fills me with SO MUCH EXCITEMENT…I can’t even!

And he also talked about the shops too, mostly around the West End on the Byers Road. In all my visits to Glasgow so far, one of the things that has eluded a visit is Byers Road. And only this last time did I get a sweeping glance of it as we passed by on the sightseeing tour bus (highly recommended, I must say – and if you love a bit of history and Neil Oliver’s dulcet tones float your boat, you’re in luck! He provides the audio commentary on the bus). But when the move happens…well, I’ll be on the lookout for bargains and by all accounts the Sally Army store up near Partick is the place to go – two birds, one stone!

Anyway, Karl extolls the virtues of my very, VERY soon adopted city much more than I can. Click the image of Barras to read the article.

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Mecca

Earworm Most Apt!

I saw this shared on Facebook a few days ago and I can’t stop playing it…and I’m counting doon the days.

Only 12 of them tae go noo.

WE’RE MOVING TO SCOTLAND! (And then I fuck off to Germany for two Stranglers gigs! 😱😱😱)

Another Magic Nine?

Since I booked the gigs last night, I had in my head that I had 8 SM gigs booked for next year, convinced I had (without really thinking in those terms to begin with) fallen one short of this magical 9 figure I’d fallen upon these past couple of years.
But…obviously I was neglecting to tally my numbers right…perhaps mislead by the unexpected Bordeaux addition.
A recount and lo! Look where we are…
Copenhagen
Paris
Bordeaux
Leeds
Dublin
Glasgow
Melbourne
Sydney
Bimbadgen
!!!!!
What is it with me and nine SM gigs a year? Lol

Where does this mysterious nine figure come from? How have I arrived at it? Jim’s shoe size? Erm…inches? Lol (I’m selling him too short by all accounts there!) Centimetres of Charlie’s Cuban heels? The number of plectrums Charlie has on stage with him? Number of Toblerones on the rider?

Answers on a postcard, sent on to Glasgow G22 – I’ll collect them in a couple of weeks 👍🏻