As I sit at the keyboard, gazing rather wanly at a blank word processor, the tinkly bits of Tubular Bells start to cascade from the speakers. Sunday morning, or blog day, is a big Oldfield time round our manor. You may reflect that, in the scheme of things, the instrumental warblings of Mr O. and his tinkly ambientness, are conducive to the composition of tripe on an acoustic theme.
This is not so.
It is simply that if it was Iron Maiden at this time in the morning, the neighbours would fill me in.
So (tinkle), without, further ado (tinkle), here we go…
Be Welcome Gentle Reader, and read on…
Actually, the CD in question is TB II, which was the first official remake of Tubular Bells. There have been, since then, many, many reworkings of the title, both by Mike Oldfield, who has done at least five versions, and by others. Most of them are recognizably the same piece of music.
One of them has a slightly different sleeve, otherwise might as well be the same piece of music.
Commercial considerations (Ker-Chiiing) aside, presumably Oldfield felt he had something else to bring to the table, or that he could just do it better.
Thoughts of a similar nature raced across the verdant, yet strangely deserted pampas inside my head recently when listening to some very early Fool’s Gold recordings.
It is an exquisite form of torture to listen to early work. This stuff was recorded rather roughly and live.
It hurts a bit.
We could do so much better now.
But… and it is, oh my Acoustic Chums, a BIG but, the time spent looking back is not time spent looking forward so…
…we have a few new songs on the boil.
The Bevin Boys song is pretty much nailed down and ready for us to rehearse, there are two others, including a new song for ‘Beat The Drum’ both on the stove, in the pan and beginning to froth on the surface.
But it isn’t just the songs that are coming slowly up to temperature.
The recent success of the U3A shows in Herts has probably caught us a little by surprise. The last couple of ‘Stories’ shows we did here went very well indeed, but for some reason while away they went ‘bang’ a bit. So much so that we’ve already got next years trip pretty much organised with some new places tagged in.
But time spent standing still might as well be spent looking backwards, so, in addition to new songs, we’re looking at the whole show.
Some, highly secret, pieces of kit have been purchased from nice Mr Amazon, so that we can control the visuals better. We’re looking at improving the sound in the room, and beefing up the whole presentation side.
I’m probably most interested (and so I 8$**^& well should be) about the advances we’re looking at in terms of the music. I’ve had an array of toys floating around for a while and the bright white light of the bleedin’ obvious shone from the darkness and I realised we could use them.
The next month or two is going to be interesting. Even if it comes, as so often, to naught, it’s going to be fun.
And a hell of a lot noisier than Tubular Bells.
This week has been pretty busy, and the next two are just plain daft.
Several Care homes, loads of museums and U3A shows coming up, and this week a new venue as we ventured to Ushaw College for their Folk Night.
It was really rather jolly to see our old Acoustic Chum Sean involved in the evening; this venue is of course the old Catholic Seminary, created by the Church for the purposes of turning little boys with Irish surnames into priests. This process waned as vocations dried up and when even the African surnames began to decline, the seminary was wound up.
What to do with a superbly gothic site?
Well hats off to the organisers as friend of Ushaw decided that, Conference and training facilities aside, it would make a great venue.
And it certainly does that.
The chapels and halls are magnificent, and for classical, particularly religious, music the venue is (in the correct employment of the term) Awesome.
Only slightly less awesome is the Francis Thompson Room, a former common room, it is easy to imagine becassocked seminarians taking their ease gazing over the Rhodedendrum toward, presumably, heaven and not Langley Moor.
A simple PA, and simple setup was all that was required, a straightforward bill consisting of FG, Roughshod (trad trio including a border pipist), Mike Orchard (troubadour of this parish) and Jack Burness (troubadour of lots of parishes). Great performances from all.
And a lovely evening too.
Nice room, good sound – very nice sound from a rather suspicious Peavey mobile system, the guitar sound in particular was very surprising (in a good way).
Just goes to show.
Everyone gave of their best, a goodly sized audience enjoyed it, the simple bar went very well. And there was no haste, rush or pressure.
Relaxed is a good word for it.
Jack of course showed why he is the consummate performer for such events, and in case there was ever a doubt in your minds, The Wrinkly Wroadies took the photos.
Time waiteth for no man.
I can hear the sound of Tubular Bells, so, it is probably time to go.
Once again as the barman of fate roars “Time Gentleman Please…” and in the time honoured folk club tradition, the room, as one, roars back “B£**£7 Off”, I realize it is the end of this blog.
Until next time, Acoustic Chums,
Plus…. Tubular Bells.
 Rob Reed’s version is quite good.
 Including some we made under the name ‘Vagrant’. These were truly, truly, awful.
 Which is the origin of the expression “Does my But look Big in this?’
 Is it easy to confuse the two. One is place you might visit when you die. The other is a place you visit and want to die.