Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Twanging and howling over for the time being



The pictures show, first of all James, me, Malachy Tallack and Steven Laurenson outside The Famous Bein Inn in Glenfarg, and then James and me on Sunday night at the Woodlands Beanscene in Glasgow.
I think the tour went well, on the whole. Many, many thanks to everyone who enabled: Sheila and Neil at Aberdeen MUSA, David at the Bein Inn, Sandy, Fiona, David and Mary at the Lang Spoon Festival, Tam and Simon at Beanscene. And thanks to all the friends, old and new (and some folk unseen for many years!) who came to the various gigs.
At the moment, it looks like we'll be doing a week in Inverness in August, hosting (like last year) a series of special lunchtime events at Hootenannys. Apart from that, I'll be playing at Ayr Beanscene during the Burns Festival, on 24 May.

Friday, March 23, 2007

Foodtastic Musa, The Beautiful Mountain and Jolene has a baby!

The food at Aberdeen's Musa, where we played last night, is exceptional - lovely venison. Chef Jens, legendary for his work at the nearby Cafe 52, was on holiday but David did a fine job.
Standing room only for the gig itself, numbers swelled by The Fortunate Sons, who were playing at The Tunnels. Apologies for not making it later on, guys - exhaustion after the boat trip set in fiercely.
James and myself have become, briefly, regulars at The Beautiful Mountain in Belmont Street, which is expensive but truly exceptional for breakfast, coffee and snacks. Easily the best public porridge I have ever eaten.
James is off to see the new movie The 300 while I do some broadcasting. Then it's off to Glenfarg for the Bein Inn gig.
Meanwhile, hot news! Jolene Crawford of Finniston has had her baby, a bouncing girl called Bella. Not only that, mother and daughter are coming to the Lang Spoon Festival! That's commitment for you!

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Rock, and if you will, roll...mainland mini-tour

Just off on the boat tonight (see yesterday's post!) to commence a wee musical tour with Big James on bass. Thursday will see us at Musa in Aberdeen, a lovely cafe/restaurant venue where we played last year with Joe West. Friday we're at the legendary Famous Bein Inn in Glenfarg, and then Saturday at the Lang Spoon Festival in Glenrothes.
Special mention for the Glenrothes, Rothes Hall gig: It features TM Show faves Finniston, The Lush Rollers and Malachy Tallack, and tickets have not been going that well (possibly because at the same time, in the next door Rothes Hall, Julie Fowlis, the Red Hot Chili Pipers and Boo Hewerdine are playing). So if you can get along, get along. Jolene Crawford from Finniston is due to have a baby that night, and you don;t want to upset her!
Sunday we're at the Woodlands Beanscene in Glasgow.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Are our ferries really safe? And is Bill Forsyth the greatest Scottish film maker?

Answers:
(1) Generally yes, but almost certainly not as safe as the battered old P&O ex-Baltic tubs that used to chug up and down between Shetland and Aberdeen in almost any conditions.
My evidence? Simply this. When NorthLink cancel sailings, it's always 'the captain's decision'. Sometimes it's tidal conditions in what is rapidly becoming the useless harbour at Aberdeen (Rosyth or Invergordon, I don't care which, just change. As long as it's not Scrabster). But more and more often it's 'for the safety and comfort of passengers'.
Now, conditions are NOT worse than they were back when you used to spend 36 hours on the St Sunniva or the St Clair, heartily wishing the captain did NOT have such confidence in his vessel. The fact is, the Hjaltland and the Hrossey are not able to handle extreme weather as well as the older boats. And I'm not making this up. One crew member I spoke to said the basic problem was that the boats had been 'very cheaply built' at a fraction of the budget set aside by P&O for new ships in their bid to the Scottish Executive to continue with the route. This, he opined, was the reason for a recent - and potentially catastrophic - watertight door failure.
And so the captains, wisely knowing what their boats can handle, choose to stay in port when the going gets rough. It ain't comfort; it's safety and the NorthLink boats aren't considered as capable as the P&O ones. And that's a fact. Not to mention a disgrace.
As for (2) I think so. Or neck and neck with Alexander MacKendrick (Sweet Smell of Success, Whisky Galore, The Maggie). I watched Gregory's Girl last night for the first time in 27 years, and it was truly, sweetly wonderful. It made me want to move to Cumbernauld. Or Cumbernauld as it once was, or was once dreamt of. It was full of surreal touches I'd forgotten - the magnificent Chic Murray, playing assembly hall piano; Jake D'arcy and Dee Hepburn's gloriously innocent football tactics dance in the dressing rooms; "How come you know all the best numbers?"
No violence, no swearing, no threat, the strange wisdom of the children, the sheer innocence of it all. It's a lovely, lovely movie. And it made me wonder if I ought to watch the very late sequel, Gregory's Two Girls, again, in the hope that it might not be as horrendous as I thought it was the first time.
Bill Forsyth's ouevre, if you can call it that (and why not?) contains some of the most consistently great work in Scottish filmology: That Sinking Feeling is a brilliant first feature, the class in handling a youthful ensemble cast heading straight to GG. then it's Comfort and Joy, best appreciated for its darkness rather than its comedy, before the two masterpieces, Local Hero ('we have an injured rabbit in the car')and the astounding, criminally underrated Being Human. Robin Williams at his best by a long way.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Back on the whisky trail

I'm planning a wee trip to the Islay Festival, or Feis, at the end of May, and have been inveigled by my friend Dave to (a) cycle and (b) camp. I tried to interest my son Magnus in the expedition. He is, after all a grown student, with interests extending from real ale to computer games, and I'm sure he'd enjoy visiting various distilleries.

There's also the fact that my maternal grandfather, John MacCalman, was born in Islay, leaving when he was 12 to begin work in industrial Scotland. I hope to investigate his/my background while I'm there.

Magnus, however, point blank refuses to camp. He claims to have been put off for life by "a terrible experience at the Download Festival" where he couldn't sleep because of "a rock". As opposed to, hey! Raaaaawwwk! Promises of Thermarest sleeping mats, four-season sleeping bags and a decent tent have so far failed to prevail. Young people nowadays!

On the other hand, maybe I could hire a camper van...