Wednesday, 26 October 2022

The Pretty Reckless, "Death by Rock And Roll" Tour 2022, Barrowlands, Glasgow. Wednesday 26th October, 2022


My first gig post-Covid following the disappointment of having to cancel for Elf Lyons and Jordan Brookes last week. Feeling a bit leg weary, I pressed Bob for a lift to the venue and was glad he agreed. Doors opened at 7pm and we all arrived around 7.20pm. The queue appeared endless, curling so far up the road that one of the security men recommended we take a shortcut along Gibson Street to Moncur Street to connect to the end of the queue. It didn't take long to realise why access to the venue was taking so long. Many attendees were young and female, in leathers and dark clothing, all carrying tiny handbags containing their cigarettes or vapes. And all those tiny bags needed to be searched by security. When it was my turn to go in, I set off the alarm but all the security were so busy no one noticed so I got waved through without getting frisked, a first in a long time.  

The event was sold out but didn't seem too busy as the support act, The Cruel Knives, took to the stage. A rock band with some heavy riffs, they sounded a bit like Audioslave, but I wasn't too impressed by the singer's vocals. His attempts at a rock scream came across as weak. I did enjoy their music though and he had a degree of personality so maybe it was just an off night for him. 

By the time the main act appeared, the venue was packed, hot and sweaty. The usual latecomers forced their way forward, filling any spaces people had created for themselves. The atmosphere was electric, the crowd chanting "Here we, here we, here we fucking go". As singer Taylor appeared, a female a short distance ahead of me thrust her arms in the air in salute, her long fingernails reminding me of vampire claws. Those arms became the bane of my life. Whenever I tried to take a picture, up one shot, her hand twisting to the music or gesturing devil horns. I'm not averse to others enjoying themselves but this was almost Tourettes in frequency. It even spread like an infection to her pal when she too started to mimic her actions.

The gig had a start-stop feel to it, with every song ending in a blackout. There would be a pause and they'd launch into another number. The set was short, not quite reaching an hour and a half. This was stretched out by an extended guitar solo and drum solo. Taylor's vocals often seemed lost in the sound mix, which was a shame because, when she let rip, her voice was strong and raucous. She had a great presence, twirling and skipping across the stage, throwing her hair around. The crowd loved her.

I was a mite disappointed though. The gig had no momentum. I felt short-changed by the early finish. The sets elsewhere on the tour had more numbers. So, overall, it was just okay, probably worth it as the tix were not too expensive.      

Ticket price £27.50

Setlist

Death by Rock and Roll

Since You're Gone

Only Love Can Save Me Now

Goin' Down

And So It Went

Make Me Wanna Die

Sweet Things

Witches Burn

My Medicine

My Bones

Heaven Knows (Extended guitar solo)

Take Me Down

Encore:

Fucked Up World (long drum solo)




The arms, the claws, the bane of my camera





The drummer's POV post solo


Friday, 7 October 2022

GUN, The Calton Boys launch party, Hard Rock Cafe, Glasgow. Friday 7th October, 2022


I wasn't sure about going to this. I'd been out the previous two nights and would see them in December at the Barrowlands. But then I remembered how much I enjoyed their last album launch and figured I would buy the album anyway so what the hell. YOLO.

I immediately felt at home when I snagged a spot relatively close to the stage. These were my people: hot, sweaty... and wrinkly.

I killed time flicking through Facebook, remembering the first time I'd been at the Hard Rock gig space, for Tom Russell's book launch, bumping into Moira from work and John from Uni. 

Then a female slinked her way in front of me. Shortly afterwards, she waved for her husband to join her. My carefully selected view was blocked. 

The gig began and I couldn't see the singer. Oh dear, never mind. Enjoy the music. 

The husband was into the band more than the wife. He was punching the air and singing along, slightly alcohol-refreshed. Then glory to the gods of rock, he needed another pint. His wife disappeared and didn't return. After a couple of songs, she was still absent. He looked around and noticed her on the fringes. She wouldn't bring him his drink so he left and I reclaimed my spot. 

Hallelujah.

Brilliant gig thereafter. Tommy's acoustic guitar was a bit weedy during the solos but otherwise, excellent.

Afterwards, I heard my nickname being shouted. I turned around and saw my old mate, Doug, who had finally decided to step into the gig world again after a self-imposed exile due to a back injury. It was good to catch up 

Setlist

Backstreet Brothers

Money (Everybody Loves Her)

Don't Say It's Over

Better Days

Watching The World Go By

Word Up! (Cameo cover)

Inside Out

Steal Your Fire

Shame on You

Encore(You Gotta) Fight for Your Right (To Party!)









Ticket price (including preorder of Calton Songs album CD) £24.40.

Thursday, 6 October 2022

Louis CK, SEC Armadillo, Glasgow. Thursday 6th October, 2022


The gig was originally scheduled for the OVO Hydro but was shifted to the smaller venue because he didn't sell enough tickets. The venue switch caused me some consternation as, until one week beforehand, the Ticketmaster app still had my tickets listed for the original venue . When I raised the issue with them, they told me not to worry, they would sort it. Then the account showed the tickets as cancelled. Another query led to the suggestion I buy two more tickets while I waited for my refund. I kicked off again arguing why should I? This time they said (and I paraphrase), "Be patient. You're sorted. Sorry for any inconvenience." 

Louis CK had two support acts tonight: Britain's Got Talent runner up, Robert White and American Adrienne Iapalucci. The former did lots of jokes about his autism and being gay and was funny in an awkward, edgy way; the latter was dry and dark and had material reminiscent of Louis (even repeating a subject Louis used on a previous tour) - her soporific tone left me sleepy rather than engaged.

When Louis took to the stage something seemed off:
 
Maybe I was overtired: a mother in hospital, a lack of sleep and being out the night before;
Maybe it was the temperature of the venue, cosy warm from so many bodies in an enclosed space;
Maybe it was the crowd, loud and boorish and intent on downing lots of alcohol, even nipping out often during the performance;
Maybe it was the sound, muffled by the overhang from the tier above (allocated seats a few rows from the back of the stalls);
Maybe it was because I'd been so impressed by Maisie Adam the night before, the adrenaline heightened by being so close to the stage and her performance;
Maybe it was because of the nutter who confronted Louis during his Bible material and had to be escorted from the auditorium, still clutching his pint;
Or maybe it was Louis himself, schlubbing his schtick without too much enthusiasm. He jumped from one coarse idea to another without much interest, the comedy only mined to a shallow extent. It didn't feel like vintage Louis, though he did make me laugh occasionally. He didn't return for an encore.

It's just as well there was no recording allowed because if word got out how weak his performance was it would dent his career worse than being cancelled. 

It was a poor show.

Wednesday, 5 October 2022

Maisie Adam, "Buzzed", The Stand, Glasgow. Wednesday, 5th October, 2022


It's a shame that Mock the Week is coming to an end after seventeen seasons. It made household names of Frankie Boyle and Russell Howard and raised the profile of a number of up-and-coming comedians. Maisie Adam is one such comedian and I got to see her perform at The Stand tonight.

'Buzzed' is Maisie's first tour and in it, she talks about all the good things she's buzzed about: getting to perform to a live audience again after the pandemic; the reason behind her unusual haircut; the awkwardness of her boyfriend's proposal; her feminist views on marriage and her wedding plans; and getting to join a women's football team in Brighton. Most of all though, she's buzzed about her appearance on Soccer AM.

Maisie's performance appears effortless like she's chatting to us but there is so much craft in the writing. The way she incorporates so many callbacks to earlier material, and even the crowd work she did in the first half, is incredible. She's a proper professional and proud of it. (Don't go calling her a comedienne).

It's always a privilege to see a young, breaking comedian at this point in their career in such an intimate venue. Next year, she's already booked to play Oran Mor so it's unlikely she'll return to such a small venue anytime soon. Well worth skipping hospital visiting time after my mum was admitted today. It's just as well I have a loving wife who volunteered to take over those duties while I went off to have a laugh. I know, I am such a bad son. I'm going to hell.

Thank you Bob for arranging the tickets. I'll repay you tomorrow night by doubling down on the bad son front.  



Tuesday, 4 October 2022

"Lost the Plot?" writing course, Ty Newydd Creative Writing Centre, Wales. Monday 26th - Friday 30th September, 2022

(This photo is from a previous visit)

Normally my gut reactions are written immediately afterwards to avoid being swayed by media opinion. For this one, I thought it important to wait to let the experience sink in. Plus I didn't want to spew out some ill-conceived tripe after attending a writers' retreat. That wouldn't look good.

This was my third visit to Ty Newydd, the National Writing Centre for Wales, and the second course with Belinda Bauer as a tutor. Her co-tutor this time was crime writer Sharon Bolton. I was not overly familiar with Sharon's work, having only read one of her novels but that didn't matter. She came with an excellent crime writing pedigree and a long catalogue of successful books so she was more than qualified to tutor us, even if she didn't believe she was a teacher. Belinda is, well, Belinda, a bundle of infectious giggles, good humour and remarkable insight. As a writer, she is fantastic. As a tutor, she's even better. I knew we were in safe hands with this pairing.

For my accommodation, I was lucky to be allocated room 8 in the Hafoty outbuilding. It is a large room with a desk, two chairs, a wardrobe and a double bed (most other rooms only have a single). The room was cold the first night but cosy thereafter (it takes time for the heating to kick in if there's not been a course on immediately before). This room shares the toilet/ shower facilities with room 7, but that worked out fine because I'm an early riser and I never heard the other gentleman of a certain age going to the loo during the night.

On the first afternoon, most of the new intake of students congregated with tea or coffee in the library, chatting away while trying to remember each others' names. My tip is to get there early so you only have to remember one new name at a time as each person arrives. You also get to hear them introduce themselves. Note down all the names on your phone too for reference, although this was my undoing later.  

One aspect of this writing retreat that is fantastic is they have an on-site chef. Tony makes marvellous meals. All dietary requirements are accommodated, whether coeliac, vegetarian, vegan or, in my case, cheese intolerant. On the first night, the staff clean up while the students receive their course introduction. The other nights the students form a rota for kitchen duty: setting the table, washing the dishes and putting the uneaten food away again. Tony makes delicious cakes and cookies for break times so keep on his good side by ensuring there is no work left over for him the following day. There's nothing quite like that aroma of freshly baked cookies to tantalise the taste buds. You spot the cooling tray stacked with fresh cookies, select the best one, notice that it's still warm, take a bite out of the crunchy exterior, discover the warm chewy middle then experience the fiery ginger sensation bursting across your mouth. Of course, you need to have another one. Total yum.  

I should point out every course is different depending on how the tutors operate. For example, a previous course I attended did not have compulsory homework, leaving us free to explore the local area, watch films or do further writing. I preferred having a focus. Our homework this time wasn't a huge task but it kept our attention on our work in progress and had to be submitted by email by 6pm each day.

The pre-work we were asked to submit prior to attending was:

1. First two thousand words of the WIP; 

2. The name of your main character, plus three words that define that character; and 

3. A 100-word selling pitch of your project.

This pitch was important because our homework on different days was to cut it down from 100 words to 50 words and then down to 25 words. It seemed an impossible task. How do you distil seventy-thousand words down to 50 when 100 already seemed too few? It really made me think about the core of my novel. 

Mornings were for lessons. We covered planning, characters, dialogue, story structure and surprises, twists and suspense. There were short exercises to complete during each session and everyone got to share what they'd written. If the tutors felt an individual has missed the objective, they explained why, arguing their point if their colleague disagreed. 

Afternoons were for 1-2-1 sessions. Each tutor helped coach your idea into something stronger, identifying flaws in your writing and helping you see how to make it better. We spent an hour with each tutor and it was interesting to see how their focus differed. For me, Belinda was more about the big picture, streamlining the story structure, scaling up the "All Is Lost" moment and placing the beats to build a grand finale. Sharon was more about character and making sense of the confusing beginning. Both agreed my main villain needed more subtlety and for the opening chapter to be slowed down. I also need to convey my characters' emotions better.

I got Belinda in the first slot on Tuesday afternoon. Her ideas to rework my piece were so dramatic it gave me a headache. It took time to think through how I could make so many changes. By Friday night, the manuscript didn't seem quite so rigid as I figured out my new plot line. Accepting I could make the changes took a while to sink in. I've now started my third draft incorporating her ideas. I can't promise I'll be able to pull it off but it will definitely be better than what I had before. (Not to say Sharon's advice wasn't also invaluable - my beginning needed a huge rethink). 

Time with the tutors is invaluable. Their perspective is so professional both from the story side and the business side. They know what editors would say and cut to the chase. They only want to make your work better. It's like Ty Newydd is a maternity ward for stories. Sharon and Belinda are midwives tasked with bringing our stories into the world in the healthiest form possible, regardless of how premature their development is. Some stories transformed completely over the course of the week because of their skills. I can't say enough how great they were.

Our guest reader on Wednesday night was writer Clare Mackintosh. She is a force of nature and painfully honest. Her dry wit had us in stitches. We were all in awe of her work ethic and her dedication to marketing her books. It was good of her to give up her time to join us given her looming deadline. 

But Ty Newydd isn't just about writing and eating cookies. If you get time (it is nice to get out of the house if the weather is good), it's worth taking a stroll down to the beach. Don't wear new shoes though as I did because the path is very muddy in places. The walk helps clear the mind and allows story ideas to percolate. Even better is going with others from the course so you can chat and get help to work out your plot problems. Plus you get to know your fellow students better. I believe it's called being social, not something I'm well versed in. 

(When on dinner rota, don't make my mistake of insisting there are only eleven people on the course (plus two tutors) citing the number of names I'd typed into my phone. You didn't add your own name, idiot).  

The course cost £625. This included the accommodation and all the meals, covering a period from 3pm Monday to 10am Friday. It was superb value. Ty Newydd is a wonderful place. It feels such a privilege to spend time there, away from normal life, concentrating on every aspect of your writing. Returning home afterwards felt like a wrench away from something magical. 

Afterwards, we started a Whatsapp group to keep in touch and linked up on social media too. We've even adopted a motto: "Keep writing!" * 

I highly recommend the courses. They are fun, relaxed and only as hard as the effort you put in. 

(* I'm the first to use it so maybe it's more a work-in-progress).





We turned the tables on our tutors by asking for the 25-word pitch of their latest WIP.


Photos courtesy of Sharon, Teri and Karen (and possibly others).

Names to keep a future eye out for in your local bookshop
(unless they use a pen name).

Saturday, 1 October 2022

Daniel Sloss, 'CAN'T', SEC Armadillo, Glasgow. Saturday 1st October, 2022


Daniel Sloss is not a comedian I've seen before, except doing sets on American chat shows and occasionally on UK TV. He's Scottish and has been performing stand-up since he was seventeen (he's now thirty-two).

Why did I not seek him out before? I'm not sure. I think I was put off by his cocksureness, especially in one so young. That was my loss. For fifteen years he has been honing his craft, putting in the hours writing and performing jokes and it shows in his delivery and confidence on stage. This is not just a job to him but a calling. He's worked hard to be a success. Tonight, he's not phased at all to play to three thousand fans. 

His set revolved around what his seventeen-year-old self would think of his current self, the nature of entertainment and offence, and a hefty chunk about the birth of his son and life as a father. He even managed to squeeze in a callback to the material of his support act, Kai Humphries.

He's articulate, intelligent and not ashamed to tread the line of offence. I wasn't sure if his losing his thread at one point was deliberate or staged but he handled it professionally, never risking derailing the gig. He sat down, took a swig of his whisky and had a think. The audience waited and then he came back.

I don't always laugh out loud at comedians, often admiring their skill more than being consumed by hilarity, but he reached inside me tonight and drew out some big chuckles. I would highly recommend this show. 

(Ticket price £29.60)