I’ve just woken up in Paddington Station after a whirlwind tour with two bluesmen. That sounds weird, I know.
The good news is that its ‘good tired’. Together, we had a musical riot (and no-one got hurt). The bad news is…well, there ain’t no bad news.
Robin brought his passionate intensity and slide guitar sound to the South West of England for a set of shows that included a restaurant recital, a Plymouth Blues Society meeting with Vince Lee, a Barbican International Jazz & Blues Festival date and a sweat-drenched knees-up in a crazy candlelit Cornish pub.
I was on nearly all of the shows (the only one I missed was at Plymouth’s Big Food Event at City Market, but a funky young man got his groove on in my absence. Check his moves right here).
Robin scored a standing ovation at his final performance in The B-Bar on Sunday night. Then, in true blues style, we hitched a train – a sleeper car – where we rode the rails to London to see the sights (how do you see the sights? With the London Eye, of course).
With the tour over & the fellas packed off in the Iron Bird in the Sky, I’m on another blues train, reclining in the Quiet Carriage, musing on how I’m going to top that past week.
I’ll start by working on a new song.
Because I’ll be needing a bigger repertoire for when I visit those guys in San Diego in September.