I had the great pleasure to be MC-ing the main stage on Saturday night at this year’s Folk Weekend Oxford festival, and the first act were one of my favourite local acts: Small & Gold.

Which meant I got to say the same spiel that I’m about to write here. If you were at that gig, well, it improves with repetition. Probably. Continue reading

Here‘s a blast from the past.  Eight years ago.  Me referring to recently turning 30, so that dates it.

It’s from an old YouTube account which is riddled with copyright infringements, but which Google won’t let me log into in any way shape or form, so I can’t delete it.  It’s just stranded there, floating in space forever, like one of the main characters from the film Gravity[belated spoiler alert]

As soon as I’ve caught up with the admin side of this new mailing list enterprise, I’m going to start recording new material – apologies (to myself mainly) for not having anything new right now.  But the goal is to keep producing new stuff, but good quality stuff, and that does take a certain amount of organisation; hence the delay.

Iggy Pop, incidentally, is now 68 of course.  And Debbie Harry is 70.

Here’s one I’ve been singing for years — sounding a lot better with a band behind it!  The tune seems to have changed a bit since I learnt it, I think… I’m a one-man aural tradition I suppose.

Quite unexpectedly, Mr FaceOmeter invited me on stage for the end of his set, and suggested that we sing a Tom Waits song we both love.

I realise now that in that context it’s even a little homoerotic.  But I’m fine with that.  So long as I get to be the whale.