You never stop!
Richard Hawley last night at the Corn Exchange. Lovely stuff. The wide-screen guitar fuelled lengthy pieces of Standing at the Sky's Edge really come into their own live. I think he played it all apart from the slightly dirgey/Oasisy opener She Brings The Sunlight. Seek It is a personal fave, glorious, but the ones with more driving rhythms and big solos were sublime. He also played a couple of my faves off Truelove's Gutter: the wonderful, hypnotic Remorse Code and, one of the night's highlights, Open Up Your Door. There was one early song I didn't know, which he said he wrote for his father, who'd go and listen to his songs on a Walkman whilst working in the gruelling heat of the Sheffield steel works.
He's a curious mix of touch Northern rocker, in his uniform of very cool black leather jacket and jeans and rockabilly haircut, and telling us 'Watson and Crick may have worked out DNA on a beermat in The Eagle, but I had a pint there earlier and it was fucking shite', and a very tender, appreciative, nice performer and family man who thanked us profusely for being there and loving him and told and sang to us about his love for us. I warmed a lot to him. Also, I've never seen so many guitar changes, even more than Elvis. he changed for a new one for each of the first 10 or so before sticking with a gorgeous f-hole Gibson (1201 or something) for 3 songs, and then returning to an earlier Rickenbacker (of which he had two). I'm no guitar specialist, but even I was getting off on the fetishism of it all, e.g. when he strapped on the most gorgeous black Gretsch imaginable. There was a running gag about him not being able to say how many guitars he had in response to questions as his wife would then find out it was, like, 182 when she thought it was only 10!
I remember Who Shot Sam? was a huge fan. Took me a while to get him. Thought he was too retro (a friend dismissed him as being Mark Lamarr no. 2!), but I love the body of work he's creating. Recommended.
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