Firstly, thank you for all the kind words you sent. I’ve been knocked sideways by the great reaction to Now What?! I kind of knew it was good but you never really know until people get to hear it and are interested enough to send feedback. I raise a glass to you.
I’m now back home after a memorable festival tour with DP in Morocco, Bulgaria, Georgia and Romania, where yet again I’m reminded of the power of music and how it connects all of us. Listening to music is one of my favourite occupations. I was randomly investigating my music library the other night when I came across a song that called forth a memory.
Many years ago, after seeing a play somewhere off Broadway in Manhattan with a couple of friends, we were walking to my car and happened to pass The Knitting Factory, which was advertising the band Steadman – a band that I’d recently been turned on to as they were included on a compilation album released prior to Paul McCartney’s Glastonbury appearance. There wasn’t a huge queue so on the spur of the moment we decided to go in for a nightcap and check them out. Sitting down near the stage and ordering a beer I observed some unkempt teenagers setting up the gear, tangled wires everywhere and a general scene of chaos on the small stage. The keyboard was perched on rickety stand; it might even have been an ironing board. What kind of show we were in for?
A great one as it turned out. To our surprise, those same straggly teenagers then took the stage and played a full-on set of hard, melodic rock, unusual chord progressions, spot on harmonies and tons of attitude. I soon bought the album, Revive, and wasn’t disappointed. The song I first heard on the Glastonbury album was called Carried, and remains a favourite. Paul McCartney endorsed this track, maybe because it’s tangentially Beatle-ish. I was certain that this band was destined for some success but unhappily it didn’t happen. Maybe they were just too good. Who can divine the fickle taste of the public?