* This is how we’ve been discovering new music of late. We go to see one act then prefer the one we didn’t come to see so found Benedict Benjamin (Had What You Had, My Feet Have No Need for the Ground) when he played back-up to Mandolin Orange at the Borderline. Then went to see him at the Courtyard when he supported Ciaran Lavery. I’ve never been to a gig before where I’ve loved every single song. Try Train, Tell Them All, Wicked Teeth.
|Simeon Hammond Dallas|
|We Are All Fossils|
|Joe Innes and the Cavalcade|
The Cavalcade* join him after a couple of songs. I really meant to pick up the setlist after but forgot. What surprises me is that people leave before and during his set. What’s wrong with them? It’s baffling. Some tracks we know from Spotify like Moscow and Half Gone, both slightly bitter and lovely, the latter containing my second favourite lines from a song at the moment:
You buy everything you break with me/I just put it on the tab),* oh and: You'd make a terrible nurse/It's like you're ripping off a plaster/So slow that it hurts and even an allusion, possibly accidental, to one of my Dad's favourite Pink Floyd songs.
*Apologies for not knowing the names of the members of the Cavalcade. They deserve a mention here as they're fantastic, so please supply if you know.
*All-time favourite is: Men looked like Jesus in crushed velvet flares (The Osmonds by Denim).
|That band that Brian Wilson had ...|
I have to applaud The Harrison and Matt (Glover?) the man who hosts the Folkroom for organising these brilliant fortnightly shows. Thank you all for continually reaffirming my faith in music.
Anyway, any changes/mistakes in the blog, people, let me know. I hope to publish this simultaneously (doesn't this sound grand? 'publish simultaneously') with a short appreciation of the song, Fables, which you can find at: secretsquirrelshorts.blogspot.com.
You can find a blog on Benedict Benjamin here.