Steve's Online Diary
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There is a certain trudge about touring. Wake, breakfast, travel, check-in, relax, explore if there’s time away from promotional business, sound-check, dinner, play show, relax, sleep, wake, breakfast, travel.....always the travelling, moving around and about. But as a saving grace there is always the place at which we arrive to consider: the town, the city, the place; almost always worthy of respect and consideration. Could be worse.
Copenhagen: to see Soren again, and his fab and beautiful daughter Christina (have I spelt it right?), such a thrill.
Oslo: Finn, my dear friend of many years, sound check and dinner; chatting to band and absorbing.
Finn even brought beautiful young women along (how?), and we all stared in awe backstage before boarding bus.
And Morten: Universal and always welcome. These guys are a million miles away from my everyday life, but they are always friends when we come to their towns. Always.
Finn: so slim and fit and rocking.
We meet all sorts, some not so wonderful as others: such is life. But5 we met almost always good and helpful people as we trudged across Scandinavia.
Life could be a lot worse for someone who writes songs and tries to play the guitar.
People make it happen.
Johnnie Walker came to Bristol. Sat through sound check and took photos which he has sent me. I’ll get some to the website. Great to see an old mate, one who helped my career right from the start and still encourages me, saying the kindest words about Stranger Comes To Town. Our two night sojourn at The Stables turned out to be the joy it always has been.
Dublin already seems history, the time passes so quickly out here. But it rocked and so did Belfast. Club venues, but the air was buzzing both nights with good fans who came out for a good night, and it gave me heart to see how the new set, littered with new songs, affected them. Seems they had the good time they went out for. We did. We were ready to play in public. Rehearsals in themselves are exciting for musicians. We gel, we blend and harmonise, personally as well as musically. These are fine people. A fish rots from the head down, so I choose carefully.
Missed a day of rehearsals for The Ivors. The idea of doing so was a stress. But I like that awards very much. I was, for the third time (9th time on jury) chairman of the jury working on Best Song Musically & Lyrically. I think I’ve posted before on that. I am a songwriter, a musician, the proverbial wandering minstrel, and so committee stuff is not really my stuff. Juries not really for me. We do what we do, we move into this demimonde, onto this extracurricular plane, in order to get away from the real world. Makes us sad? Inadequate? Insecure? I expect all those and more are true. But those involved in the travelling-constantly world normally don’t care. I don’t care.
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