So I went to see Laura
Marling at the Sage the other day (my life is a whirlwind of fun and
excitement, except for the three-day bouts of depression and the knowledge that
it will not be 13 people leaving my team of 33 people in September next year –
it will be 15). It was a good night, despite the fact that Ms Marling was
battling the forces of illness and failing musical equipment.
It is a tribute
to her musicianship that she played an entire one and a half hour set entirely
on her own whilst having to make up the set list pretty much as she went along,
since her main guitar wasn’t working. She was also suffering from the
after-effects of the incompetence of whatever restaurant she’d eaten lunch at –
she has coeliac disease and, as she put it “They glutened me, the bastards!”
Nick Mulvay, the support act
was pretty good too, although I couldn’t help fondly remembering the support
act last time around, Timber Timbre. This was basically one guy and a guitar,
and I (perhaps unfairly) remember one thing about his act. You have to imagine a man, sitting on a
stool at the front of the Sage’s Hall One stage, spot lit, strumming a guitar
and singing a romantic ditty…
Timber Timbre, tunefully:
“I’m coming to Paris
Audience laughs, musician
stops singing and playing and looks around thoughtfully.
Timber Timbre, matter of
factly: “I have an audience of psychopaths”.
(Begins singing again) “I’m
coming to Paris
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