Sunday's inherent, inescapable Sundayness meant a curtailed final day of the Big Weekend for us, but we got our £0.00's worth for sure. Pictured is Dai Smith of Swansea's The Storys (sic.), a kind of celtic Eagles with touches of other Californian influences like The Doors, and the occasional Floydesque twang. Super stuff.
We also caught Ben Taylor, who I'd been looking forward to. He's the son of James Taylor and Carly Simon, which is a fairly tough pedigree to live up to. He's doing just fine, it seems - mellow acoustic crooning with a touch of whimsy. Not quite his father's gorgeous voice but good enough, with an edgier, sometimes satirical lyric style.
And so to bed for another year. At least I'll have something to hum.
Rob Stradling's stream of semi-consciousness. Written on a QWERTY keyboard, in the English language.
Showing posts with label Big Weekend. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Big Weekend. Show all posts
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Saturday, August 04, 2007
Blue's Guitar
He may be a busker, but he was a darn sight better than some of the stuff on stage at The Big Weekend today. Still, it was hot and sticky and the beer flowed nicely.
Nice of the Wales Ladies Third XV to cheer us all up at Twickenham, too. Berks.
Nice of the Wales Ladies Third XV to cheer us all up at Twickenham, too. Berks.
Friday, August 03, 2007
Back To Life
It's that time of year again, so I'm off to hijack a bus, kidnap a girl, and take her on a journey beyond sight and sound. Or at least, for a bit of a bop to Soul II Soul. I've got a better camera this year, so watch out for evidence later.
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