i am home from New York and playing as a member of Interference
Radio City Hall!
deeply impressed…….perfect sound lovingly sculpted and fiercely protected
check the the view from your seat online!
hugely impressed….i’ve waited my whole life to play in a venue like this and i want to go back.
Banjo player is not enough (for a singer)
And the city…….Manhatten skyline,water’s edge (love the idea that water could have an edge!) and a fresher attitude amongst the people.Twenty years ago i thought this was the rudest,most self absorbed and mean spirited place i had ever been to (now London!)…….how things change;streaks of smiling human gazelle in Central park,white piano smiles of DJ’s donating for donations their mix CD’s on the street… “welcome to new york”.
What happened here?
We know what happened here……….London’s time to learn,to awaken.
And yes ,the night itself;Glen Hansard looked like a king,Marketa as enigmatic and clear as ever..his muse,his princess,his reason.
The music climbed the walls to hang from the ceiling..impish cherubs at play.
And OUR leader,Fergus his moment come
rode his wheelchair centre stage and sang his heart out,engaged with an audience somehow ready for him.
We walked offstage looking at each other saying ‘did that really happen”?
Walked backstage to sing our hearts to bursting in the dressing room among tens of O’Farrell family as proud,as moved,as defiant as we were,the camera rolling….pouring more and yet more footage into the maw of Fergus’ future
.His film
And yes he has a future
For as long perhaps as he and we SAY he has!
And THIS?
In case you wondered what i did when my back was turned (but not on you).
In case you thought somehow there was no life beyond the slowing pulse of Blackness
Here i am; a writer, a man
Suffused by love and gratitude
CVBlack