There was a good turnout for Tinariwen at the Queen’s Hall last night.
Tinariwen are a popular group of Tuareg musicians. They appeared in full, exotic rig-out and went down well with the crowd. I find the acoustics in the Queen’s Hall difficult, and couldn’t find a good spot to listen to them.
I remember hearing one of their CDs in a hotel in M’Hamid where we’d stopped for lunch after a camel ride. The acoustics were much better, and their music fitted in well with the scenery.
This is not intended to be a detailed post, like Out of the Canyon was about Laurel Canyon, but instead will be quite brief, unless I get diverted.
I somehow happened upon the above remarkable YouTube video of Tiny Tim. The girl singing with him, who doesn’t always manage to keep a straight face, is Eleanor Barooshian. She was in a girl bang called The Cake, who released two albums. Jack Nitzsche, who was name-dropped in my post about Laurel Canyon, and who helped Phil Spector create the ‘Wall of Sound’, and Jackie De Shannon, who I also mentioned in the Canyon post, wrote Baby, That’s Me, sung by The Cake.
You can hear elements of Spector’s ‘Wall’ in Baby, That’s Me, above.
The Cake consisted of three girls, Jeanette Jacobs, Eleanor Barooshian and Barbara Morillo, and you can read more about them here. Jeanette Jacobs was the one who didn’t move. The other two danced pretty well, but in the above video Jacobs staggers after stepping off the revolving stage, and then stands still. Two of them move in the video below, but Jacobs doesn’t.
There are differences of opinion as to why two of them moved and one stood still, but it makes for interesting videos. Jeanette Jacobs went on to be a friend of Jimi Hendrix.
The long tail of the Internet is great for discovering what’s happened with obscure, and not so obscure bands of the past. My favourite girl group was the Shangri-Las, on Red Bird, who were produced by Shadow Morton, who had a similar wall of sound to Spector. The bass on Out in the Street made my Dad’s stereo shake. Later on, in the seventies, Fanny really rocked. Here they are performing on the OGWT. Here they are playing Badge with a lot of raw power. They could play!
They can still play!
The second and final show we went to at the Edinburgh Jazz & Blues Festival was the Average White Band (AWB), at the Festival Theatre last night.
AWB is an excellent band. Great vocals, fantastic saxophones and good, tight all-round sound. AWB was Lindsey’s choice – she’s long been a fan. The crowd enjoyed every minute, and many people were up and dancing.
Lindsey waiting to buy a CD from Jon Cleary, after the gig
After a meal with the Tall Thin One & wife last night, we went to see Jon Cleary and The Absolute Monster Gentlemen play a set in the Spiegeltent, St Andrew Square. This was part of the Edinburgh Jazz & Blues Festival. Very refreshing, foot-tapping blues-funk music from New Orleans. Here are some examples. Here’s Jon Cleary’s website.
I knew it was a mistake to invite Fat Mac to the Brian Wilson concert, but I had extra tickets due to JD not being able to attend, and all of Shaun’s friends were out of town.
Extra tickets
Fat Mac eventually arrived outside the venue (the Usher Hall) five minutes before the doors opened, drooling incontinently due to his afternoon’s session with some vino collapso, and demanded his ticket and more beer.
I got round that one by buying him, and myself, a rum & coke. He spilled most of his on the way to his seat, and then proceeded to complain that he wasn’t in the front row. We were in row ‘J’, which was fairly near the front. It was good enough for me however, and I very much enjoyed watching my hero, Brian Wilson, perform a variety of his superb songs. Matt Jardine did a great job of singing the high notes that 73-year-old Brian can no longer hit.
Anyway, to cut a long and boring story short, I would just like to say that the hand above, yes that one in the photo above which is mine, not only high fived Blondie Chaplin twice down the front of the concert, but also at the end of the concert, shook the hand of Al Jardine, who is one of the founder members of The Beach Boys (but you know that obviously).
We are fortunate beings, so we are.
After a difficult morning with Fat Mac on Tuesday, things went smoothly…but not for long.
Mac had told me that he was finally going to do some serious training for the Sikkim trip by walking to Porty, but in the event he arrived on the 42 bus.
“Kin yeez prunt oot ma e-tayket Roadz?”
“Of course Mac, but why not print it out yourself?”
“Ah cannae get ma prunter tae wurk”
“Have you connected it to your home network?”
“The prunter’s fecked. Ah’m nae goanna waste onymair time on it. Why the feck Ah hiv tae print oot ma ain tayket, Ah dunny ken. Yeez dinnae used to hiv tae dae that.”
“In the seventies you didn’t.”
“Dinnae start a’ that again, Roadz, aboot ra sivinties. Ah hiv tae gang tae ra bunk noo.”
“Why not bank online?”
“Roadz – life is enough o’ a war against machines wi’oot online bunking. Ah cannae be ersed wi a’ they computery thungs ”
I gave Mac my copy of Third-class Ticket, by Heather Wood, which I’d not been able to get into at all, and after I’d pointed out that a surprising number of women with strong mothering instincts were following his training progress on Facebook, he left to go to the bank. I then packed my overnight bag for Glasgow, where Lindsey and I had booked a room in the Campanile Hotel. This is bang next to the SSE Hydro, where we were to see Jeff Lynne’s ELO that evening.
At least, we thought we’d booked a room. It turned out that someone-who-shall-not-be-named-because-I-got-into-trouble-when-mentioning-this-elsewhere had booked it for the previous night, and then we found out that the hotel was completely full for Tuesday.
I was expecting a lot of flapping around whilst looking for somewhere to stay, but the girl on the Campanile reception desk, whom I could see from her name-tag was called Margaret, could not have been more helpful. She went out of her way to find some alternatives, looked up Trivago and other websites, marked places on a map she gave us, and even let Lindsey book a room using her computer. When I despaired of getting somewhere nearby with a car park, she said we could leave our car at the Campanile, and gave us the code for the barrier. Thank you, Margaret! I’ll definitely try to stay at the Campanile next time the need arises. You deserve a medal!
We eventually stayed at a hotel in Royal Crescent, not too far a walk from the Hydro. The room was fine. I noticed that the vertical bits of carpet on the stairs (not the horizontal bits) were quite worn, which I couldn’t understand until I figured that they’d probably at some stage turned each bit round 90 degrees.
We enjoyed a tasty meal at Villa Toscana in Argyle Street, where within ten seconds of arriving we were twice referred to as ‘yous’, as in:
“A table for two?”
“Uf yous wait jes a sec..aye, yous kin sit rair [pointing].”
The Hydro is a very large auditorium, holding about 13,000 people. It was full for the Jeff Lynne’s ELO concert, which was absolutely great. They have such a wonderful back catalogue of songs, and the light show was fantastic.
We went to see King Ayisoba and Ayuune Sule at the Summerhall last night, playing to an enthusiastic audience which very much enjoyed the music from Ghana. Instead of the usual type of video of the band, I tried to show what happens when you enter such a venue, see the band playing, and then go on to the bar. You can see what happened below. Unfortunately the video cut out before I reached the bar.
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