courtesy of juliette's car, last night we made the 2hr. trip into london [camden town] to see rory mc leod:
even though i'd had a headache all day which continued through the night, i'm very glad we not only went, but stayed for two sets...you can get an idea of his general musicianship from the video: impossible harmonica playing, driving stomping rhythm with foot and guitar, spoons on the leg, sensitive lyrics, meandering stories and a very, almost zen, gentleness.
his way of dealing with a quite inconsiderate group at the bar was subtle; so much so that they missed the point, unfortunately...one drunkard was actually holding up the start of the second set. she repeatedly wanted to give rory a pair of spoons to which he replied, 'nah, that's alright, love...got plenty at home...you hang onto 'em and practice...you get better...' without any malice or sarcasm...very poetic [for me, obviously]...
then...james had been storing a found door---like he does--- at his dad's house a couple of miles from the venue; so after leaving rory with a thank you wink and a 'goodbye' [had to pass him on the way out] we drove to james' dads', tied the door to the roof rack and james continued the long haul drive back to norwich. in at 3am.