There’s a sense of an unstoppable momentum…The press is building, the buzz is growing, the queues are getting longer and the gig at The Liquid Room on Friday night is all but sold out, with just a few tickets left for those fans who come on the night. Keep your eyes peeled this week for lots of press about the band in Kerrang, The Sun and the Evening News, and in the photo above you can see what The Scotsman said about the band in todays edition of the newspaper.
Joe, Murray, Ewan : Lost In Audio / Going Places.
As well as Annie and Jason, local singers Kirsty (from Duns) and Hannah (from Chirnside) also pulled out all the stops at the Paxton House concert last night. Well done to them, well done to everyone. Berwickshire, should be very proud.
I think there were tears. There was certainly applause. And there was definitely some glorious music being made by two wonderful musicians – Annie Drury and Jason Kyrone. Annie’s voice soared up to the top of the Paxton House Gallery room, floated around the dome and came back down to earth suspended on the notes from the grand piano. With deeply emotional songs, set amongst the splendour of portraits, columns and architecture, it really was a most effecting night.
Jason Kyrone also played a killer set of varied songs, ranging from the upbeat intensity of ‘Stampede’ to the story-telling of ‘Little Black Book’. And then to top it all, they sat together and a brilliant and moving version of ‘Run’ by Snow Patrol. You could have heard a pin drop…Until the room erupted.
Hearing these lyrics sung by Peter Hammill, of Van Der Graaf Generator, is for me, the perfect example of words and music being able to evoke a sensation of time & place as perfectly as Star Treks ‘Holo-Deck’.
I see the giddy excitement of a 16 year old discovering Hermann Hesse, idealism and long, impossible conversations by the side of canals with plastic bottles of bitter and cold toast in tin foil. The visceral desire to go well beyond the bounds of your local post code, to write awful poetry and to fall in love with the girl in front of you at your confirmation service. The smell of two-stroke oil, afghan coats and dry roasted peanuts.
The song, of course, is completely barking – but brilliant. ‘Childlike faith in childhoods end’. Complex, overwrought, probably not enormously cheerful, but worth at least 20,000 listens. When PH, sings “…distance breaks my heart” you just know his heart is breaking. Then there is a sense of cathartic euphoria as the song ends with a blast of Wagnerian pomp and…optimism. We can carry on. A simple enough and obvious refrain perhaps, and a message that as individuals we can hear in a thousand different ways. But it’s the message YOU hear and remember that is important. It’s like carrying your own folklore about you.
This and ‘Video killed the radio star’ are poles apart, but exactly the same.
OK. Time for toast.
So last night it was off into the foggy darkness for a secret rendezvous at a nuclear power station, armed with powerful lights, camera’s and a small, yet perfectly formed get of jail free card. The reason? An emergency shoot with Lost In Audio for an up and coming issue of Kerrang! The momentum is seriously building now – the big gig on November 4th at The Liquid Room is nearly sold out, there’s the Kerrang piece and now Jim Gellatly gives the guys a mention. Is this a band about to do something? Oh yes.
Fancy a bit of guitar based agitprop ‘n’ spiky pop ‘n’ punk with a unique voice? Check out Ames and the 4 Walls EP.
Berwick is a great town for producing some incredible homegrown talent. It’s also a town that really appreciates good music and where performers, even those relatively unknown, can be assured of getting a great reception. It also has it’s fair share of lovely houses, parks and places to visit. Put the two together and something really special is going to happen. If you love acoustic singer-songwriters, love the glorious sound of a Steinway grand piano, or the delicate picking of a an acoustic guitar. Or if you love storytelling, architecture and a house designed around love… There’s only one place to be next weekend…Paxton House 29/10/11. An evening with Annie Drury. It’s going to be sublime.
Sworn to secrecy as always…But:
– Tomorrow we’re doing a LIA photo-shoot for a national music magazine with a huge circulation
– The LIA gig at the Liquid Room on Nov 4th is nearly sold out. So that’s only 700 tickets sold….
– Conversations are being held with some very big names in the music biz
– 1700 hits on the Burning Up video
Be there at the beginning. Lost In Audio. Liquid Room. Edinburgh. November 4th
So, when was the last time you walked into a bar at 9pm on a Saturday night and saw, amidst the pints and excellent choice of classic indie and punk being played by the DJ’s…People with their heads buried in a paper thick with dense type, erudite words on music, vibes, theatre and not only that…But people under the age of grey hair and crumbling knee’s? Where are the iPads? Where’s the instant gratification of the 3 second news feed and rolling RSS?
Welcome to the launch of The Trip / 2. A proper inky, tangible and papery bit of press pulled together by Kyle Dickson. It seeps on to your hands as you read it. It has an odour redolent of the 1980’s print battles with Rupert Murdoch. It folds, creases and after digestion, would make a great paper boat. And it’s free.
How does that happen?
Via the medium of hard work, the sense of a vibe, the feeling that a surf is building up in Berwick that is white tipped with talent, originality and a real sense that something, somewhere is going to happen. The Trip is the antennae for all this. It reminds me of a favourite magazine – Uncut – produced by the oldsters who used to staff the old and inky NME & Sounds and which is a rich fest of music, words and anecdotes. With one difference though – The Trip is very much of the now.
I think that it also perfectly demonstrates the law of creativity, in that that good stuff comes out of adversity. No money, at the end of the East Coast Line, a million miles away from the 5 minutes trends of London, a little bit sleepy. But that is exactly what provides the springboard for doing something. If your hometown is rubbish, you’ll do something about it. If your hometown is the equivalent of a New Arcadia, then what are you gonna do? Kick back, listen to Pan and his godawful pipes, eat grapes and do nothing. You’ll probably turn into Brian Eno.
I wrote, in an earlier post, how the internet is re-wiring the brains of its users to concentrate information only within the narrow confines of 30 seconds worth of reading. There’s a bit more than that in The Trip. The internet is great.
The Trip though, is greater.