Category Archives: Gigs

Labyryth, Fruitmarket 23rd September, Acts 43 & 44

Fruitmarket again. Craig Armstrong again, but before that, as usual, a compulsory visit to Blackfriars. We, Sheilds ‘n’ me, saunter round the corner and enter the door to the Old Fruitmarket. Automatically taking a 45 degree left (to arrive at the bar), we are stopped in our tracks by a Mrs Slocombe type who steers us through a black curtain towards The Labyrinth. Once through the curtain we are in a blacked out area that is criss crossed with beams of light (similar to the scenes you see in movies when a lycra bound jewel thief sprays the room with deodorant/hair laquer to ascertain the location of the laser beams). Breaking these beams triggers hidden synths that make a series of wonderful wee noises, a bit like what I imagine the Radiophonic Workshop attempting to recreate Bleep & Booster with Tourette’s would be like. While I consider this to be the Eighth Wonder of The World and the greatest invention since the horse, Shields has bored quickly with the squeals and farts that this wunder-chamber is emanating, needs a Bombay Saphire and exits barwards.

The labyrinth itself is at both times amazing and disappointing. What appears to be half the floor of the Fruitmarket is taken up with a giant water tank with what I estimate to be no more than 1cm of water. On the floor of this tank is the maze but it really looks more like a ring off of an old Belling caravan cooker and wouldn’t overtax a five year old (I later discovered it was a ‘family’ thang!). It was all very civilised with an area to take your foot coverings off before paddling in circles. All of this aquatic meandering was captured by an overhead camera and used as a back projection on the stage.

Icebreaker were first up playing Terry Riley’s In C and making it last exactly one hour. A stonker!!! absolutely ace stuff with the keyboard players having to take spells away from their instruments to play the strident repetitive chords. Shields loved it! I saw these guys, well eleven blokes and a woman to be more precise,  playing Brian Eno’s ‘Apollo’ last year and it was one of the most gorgeous perormances I’ve encountered. Star of the show that night was BJ Cole and, blimey here in The Labyrinth, he’s standing next to me. I engage him in idle chatter telling him how wonderful his interpretation of Lanois’ part in the Eno piece was. He seemed politely surprised that I had so many of his recordings and was also unaware that Clive John, from Man, had died (this is the very same BJ that plays pedal steel on ‘Mona’ from  10″ vinyl Christmas at The Patti)

Craig Armstrong and Antye Greie were next on to perform Eilean. Where the last Armstrong gig see xxx below was an unexpectedly lush affair with a stageful of punters wielding cellos, double basses and violins this was more austere. Three Apple laptops, two performers and a partridge one grand piano to be precise. To this audient it appeared that Armstrong played the music while greie processed and distorted it while creating an everchanging backdrop on the big screen that seemed to be a loop of waves curling across a sandy beach.

John Shuttleworth tries to pass himself off as composer of lush orchestral film scores.

John Shuttleworth tries to pass himself off as composer of lush orchestral film scores.

 Random paddler.. Clicking this photo should take you to another person’s site that manages to show no photos of yours truly!

Random paddler..

Inspired by discarded cooker element!

Labyrynth inspired by discarded cooker element!

Yessongs, The Ferry, 22nd September

Had tickets for this one since 2010. However on the day in question I took a call from Bill who had received a message from Ferry chef Jack. It’s not everyday you get told the gig’s off due to the band being held up at HM border control suspected of terrorism!

Wilko Johnson, ABC2, 16th September Act #43

Bill and I met up in The State to liaise with Ronaldo and The Sad Boys (no Lilibet) who are ostensibly there to see Ian Segal. The beer is going down a treat ,so the Vale Tag Team decide to stay for one more while Ayrshire’s finest run off to the gig. One pint later, we turn up and Segal has been and gone (they can run a tight schedule in the ABC when they have a mind to!). In no time at all Wilko leads his rhythm section onstage and the trio play everything you would want them to. The sound takes about three songs to sort itself but even then I was wishing it could be turned up a notch or two.The contrast in attendance between tonight and ‘Skip’ the night before is astonishing, the ABC2 is as full as I’ve seen it.

Ex-Blockhead Norman on bass played a blinder even though after twenty minutes he looked like Chitty Chitty’s The Childcatcher after an allnighter in a sauna. Biggest disappointment was the encore, Chuck Berry’s ‘Bye Bye Johnny’, went on for about three times as long as it should have. While I assume he really must regret the first time he used his telecaster as a machine gun, the crowd hoots howls of delight every time he does.

A fun night of rhythm ‘n’ booze. I’d go back!

 Can’t the author tell the difference between a tele and a strat?

Can’t the author tell the difference between a tele and a strat?

Skip McDonald, ABC2, 15th September Acts 40-42

Had you told me when I started writing this stuff that, before the year was up, I’d be cuddling my missus on a red leather couch with Skip McDonald singing and playing his heart out only ten feet away I’d have called the purple pill people!

ABC2, again, and tonight they seem to have captured Hurricane Katia and are successfully squeezing her out of the air conditioning. Freezing!

£1.75 for a half pint of Diet Coke from a  gun!!!

When we arrive, and I was worried we were late, we doubled the size of the crowd. I knew then this was going to be another strange one and so it was.

The venue slowly, very slowly began to fill but still nowhere near quarter full and it’s a compact gig to begin with.

‘Skip McDonald and Dave Arcari’ it said on the briefs and external marquee, so it was with a little dismay that I realised the backline onstage suggested there may be more going on than suggested. The Raw Kings shambled onstage just after eight, announced who they were and said they’d play 4 or 5 tunes before the other acts came on

Imagine a planet where the inhabitants were raised having only heard David Lowry b-sides and then were tasked to write and perform songs in the style of Creedence. This was them in a nutshell (bass player wearing a short sleeve shirt, fugawdsake!) One of their songs sounded uncannily like Dead Flowers and then the second cover version they did was indeed that tune. Overlong in a nutshell

The fact that the majority of the pitifully small crowd appeared to be there to see these young pretenders rather than the majesty of Mr Bernard Alexander Esquire nee Oor Skip was disheartening for yours truly.

Dave Arcari was next on, he physically reminded ne of a young Ian Anderson long, long ago in that month when Tull were considered cool. Steel guitar turned up to eleven, he’s a parallel universe Seasick Steve and his stage moves reminded me of a youthful Rockette Morton.

The crowd by this point was pitifully small and drifting away all the time

The table next to us was populated by some folk who obviously failed the auditions for Trainspotting and One Flew over the Cuckoo’s nest. They talked loudly throughout the set.

Despite this, Skip was sublime, solo and acoustic, eschewing the dub trimmings that he normally deploys. I was surprised that the only tune I recognised was Son House’s ‘Grinning In Your face’

The show was overrunning due to The Raw Kings overstaying their welcome and the plug was pulled on our Mr McDonald just as he was getting into his stride. He invited us all to join him in the bar not knowing that the ABC policy is to horse you out the door.

A quick nightcap with the missus in The State then home.

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