Last night I was watching TV in bed (the mister was there but was listening to something on his little radio/earphones ... he is addicted to this and panics when we go away in case he can't listen to the radio throughout the night...go figure) and I don't know about you and the remote control, but I wasn't sure what I wanted to watch so was just working my way up and down the channels....from 101 to 102 to 103 etc.,..... the OCD part of me will not let me just change channels willy nilly or start at some peculiar number like 116 and ramble up and down.....like this blog post? rambling up and down and not getting to the point! ahem.
I chanced upon Songwriters circle ...... three men on the stage of the Porchester Hall in London....which by the way looks absolutely beautiful....see..rambling again....and thought to myself 'that old chap in the middle with the white hair and glasses looks a bit like Nick Lowe'.....the Nick Lowe that I fancied the pants off back in the day..........and the guy on the piano is Leon Russell......who I fancied the pants off back in the day.......and the guy on the right looks familiar but I'm not sure who he is but I love his voice.
Well people......the songwriters circle gig last night was fabulous.....Paul Brady (fabulous) Nick Lowe (fabulous) and Leon Russell (fa....yes you know the word)......and I thought to myself that when last I pitched up to a gig to see Nick Lowe many many years ago I must have been in my late teens.............a young slim girl in the city staring up at the guy with the guitar on stage, who didn't even notice me.....I was a member of a club in which there must be millions and millions of members.......the audience.
Last night although they were all older (and Leon's voice is a bit stretched these days) and I was certainly older, watching them from the comfort of a nice warm bed, the music made me happy and sad all at the same time.
Years go by........voices change......but talent and good writing ensure that songs are covered by a new generation of singers over and over again.......we, the audience, get old, the performers get old, but the good songs never do.