Playing Solo

Well. So that was Some Dark Hollow.

It was lovely. A small room (lots of wood), me, my lovely Moon Guitar (0003), Fender Acoustic Amp (for voice and guitar) and a dozen solo songs. As I pointed out in my last post, solo gigs are not commonplace and it's a treat to have the opportunity to engage with a slightly different set of my songs.

There was a lovely feel to the evening and since I know through experience that the vibe of the room owes a lot to the organiser, congratulations go to Ewan, the host.

He played some blues, a song in yiddish and some old-time bluegrass, Neil Johnson sang us some Americana, including the revered (in these parts anyway) Steve Earl and Laura Ward made us a gift of her lovely voice by singing a beautiful traditional song - Irish, I'd guess, but maybe not. It was all as sweet as a nut.

Thanks again to Ewan, thanks to the people of Brighton (funky alt home of funky alt stuff) who filled the small room and thanks to Caroline Iandoli, film-maker, friend and supporter - who was there last night.

(I sang Orange Room last night. Here's Caroline's film of me singing that song in the Shaft at the Brunel Museum in September. Other songs from last eve included Songwriting: A Philosophy, Warp and Weft, This Empty House, Trevor Square, A Land for the Many, Long Time Gone, Resolute Love, Lord Mancroft's Reply, Another Clue, A Shirt and Fireworks.)

Music's great: music people are, too.