Indeed I will try Les,
First let me congratulate you on providing yet another line up of artistes varied in all musical ways except for the quality of performance.
They all did what they do and did it very well.
That sounds bad don't it?
What I mean is to compare one to another would be well nigh impossible!
However at the starting line Miss Abbott and Mr. Eyre.
I love this ladies voice and the passion that erupts through her voice and minimalist playing just grabs me and drags me along whatever road she happens to be wondering along.
Mr. Eyre provides the clever, sweet sounding "twiddley" bits.
The bits that all aspiring players of twangling objects would love to be able to do, then he sings and solos they are a great start to any evening.
Just one thing was wrong last night I didn't have the nerve to go say what a brilliant song "Teach you to dance?" is, superb song superb performances.
Mr. Robinson and Company.
Does any one else get a sinking feeling when they see a squeezebox approaching in a confined space?
But no worries here, why can't they all play em like this?
Great, lively, interesting,
jiggy reeely dancy music.
Not ear bashing volume and dirges.
This trio's set was over in about three minutes it seemed to me.
Now I don't know what the tunes origins where or who collected collated or added the lyric.
But I know that I wanted to dance around drink loads and kiss girls (well mostly girls Les X).
In case you didn't catch on I thought they were great.
Now comes Heliankeys, laidback, and gentle, thought provoking.
Each song opening like a flower in the night.
I watched Hellion playing the piano her fingers seemed to dance, I closed my eyes and let Mr. Keys smooth voice insinuate itself between the cap holders either side of me head.
I listen to their music and am forced to think about uncomfortable things like war, and orphans and waiting for the police to arrive.
I have known this pair a year or more now and I count them as mates so not gonna say anymore except
Chuck more of your own songs in guys!
SO to the main event
Another raffle went wrong!
I never got a look in what a rip orf!
hehehe.

After the break came No Fixed Abode.
This wasn't my sort of thing at all.
I mean what normal bloke wants to hear the voice of an angel coming from a beautiful lass and be allowed to enjoy it 'cos its art?
And who in their right mind wants to sit and listen to song after song of beautifully understated guitar accompaniment.
As a vision in a haze of red hair and summer green jumper floats around engaging each and every person in the audience, in a glance full of promise and a little smile of a shared moment in time.
Hmmm loved the song and the music and always was a sucker for that accent.

Last but not least was Big Al Whittle…
Blues man suit, jazz in his fingers and two guitars, flash git!
But hey he only played 'em one at a time.
I thought I would ask how long he has been playing.
To get some idea if I will live long enough to learn you know?
"Since I was about 15 when a lad taught me some stuff"
Hhmmm so there you go.
He started of by saying he doesn't like folk music.
He plays a jazzy bluesy folk style
He uses a (gasp!) PA system and sets it fairly loud.
He sings songs of murderers and pubic deforestation
And he makes you laugh
He made me laugh and I will have to have a word with Les about this watch of his Big Al only got about five minutes on stage as well.
Cheers ..