It’s a month since ma last blog post. How is that even possible? I’m feeling like I’m putting my all into this one-way diatribe, modern-day soliloquy, scream into the ether, contemporary technological monologue that those in the know refer to as “blogging” and in reality it equates to a few meaningless sentences every 31 days or so. Ho hum.
Aaaaaanyway… Celtic Connections. To parody my own vernacular, it was bananas!!!
We had managed roughly three hours in the company of the magnificent Electric String Orchestra prior to the day of the gig, with several of their members only flying back into the country in time for sound-check, late afternoon in the Old Fruitmarket, Glasgow.
Firstly, the Old Fruitmarket is one of the best venues I’ve ever even set foot in, never mind charged around the stage like a 10 year old full of coca-cola and blue Smarties. A vaulted ceilinged, Victorian market-hall of cast iron pillars and balconies, the venue feels equal parts grandiose and earthy. Add to this strings of spotlights, down-lights and lanterns and you can rest assured that this is not the musty, smog-filled sweatbox to which we are more accustomed. Our biggest concern was the fact that it’s pretty much a 1000-capacity venue and we had no idea what sort of number of people were likely to show up. This fear could only be matched by our fear that folks might actually show up, in which case we’d better not be rubbish.
Suffice to say, people did show up and the 17-headed, 34-armed and legged beast that was Stanley Odd & The Electric String Orchestra wove our adrenaline-addled way through what turned out to be one of the best gigs we’ve ever been involved in. I’ll say it again folks, it was bananas. The orchestra were amazing, taking synth lines like the riff from ‘Get Out Ma Headspace’ and replacing them with dark, cinematic drama. They helped bring to life ‘Day 3’ – a song we’d never played live before. It is a song about being on a libertarian obliteration mission of excess for several days and finding yourself in the early morning, sitting next to a window trying not to melt in the light, then realising the person that you’re talking to is amazing. Thanks to the strings, for the few minutes it took to play the song I was that shaky wee 3-day jake ball all over again. Basically, it was a pretty damn good night, right?
Thanks to everyone that came along and jumped about and shouted stuff.
Thanks to Graeme and Jonny for making us sound good.
A million thanks to Ann-Margaret Campbell, who took some amazing photographs of the night which you can see in the slideshow below...
Further thanks to the ever debonair, wizards of picture in motion, Wake Up Advice, for their ability to forever ensnare the event through their videographic necromancy and to Garry Boyle at The Depot for mixing the audio while taking on-board the helpful musical suggestions of all 30 members of band, orchestra, crew and management along the way.
Peace, Yelt and Yumba,