…like the bubbles in my beer”
…like the bubbles in my beer”
So, the other day I mentioned that I was listening to Sam Baker, and linked to his website. Because I’m lazy I loaded it to copy and paste the URL. Which is a good thing, because that’s how I found out he was playing in Gateshead on Thursday. So, a few texts between family members and bribing of babysitters later, I got to play out on a week night.
If you’ve never heard of Sam, listen to his album ‘Mercy’, there’s debate in my family as to which album is best, but I would say to start at the beginning. And it’s my favourite too.
We ended up running late (co ordinating travelling from three different places is complicated). So, I wasn’t very organised. Nothing new there though! I’d never been to Gateshead Town Hall before, and it was surprisingly big. They had a very nice piano too.
I like Sam’s music because he sings about real things, stories and his own experiences. He has fantastic banter between songs, and shares his stories with the audience, making you understand where the songs came from. His songs express emotion and his lyrics are uncomplicated and forthright. And well, kinda beautiful, I think.
Anyway, I’m rambling again.. For those of you familiar with Sam, the second set songs were: say the right words, angel hair, Palestine, cotton, iron (with tour manager Rebecca Kemp singing too), waves, Odessa, a new song (yay!), with boxes and snow as requests.
There’s a new album at some point too. Which is great. And hopefully another tour next year? We’ll be more prepared next time. Two years ago we saw him in a place called Chorley. It was a road trip for us, and despite the car going nuts on the way home (we ended up parked outside a house on a country lane, while the car randomly locked and unlocked the doors and boot, sounded the alarm and turned the wipers on and off, only to behave perfectly when a mechanic arrived. After unlocking the boot while we were on a motorway), it was a really good trip and we’d all like to do it again.
So, I’ll end by misquoting (probably):
Go in peace, go in kindness, go in love, go in faith…
So, technically, it’s the night before this week’s weigh in. But I’m not going to get held up on that tonight.
Technology has made an attempt to catch up with me, and today I’m figuring out how to type in a playbook, so, as usual, apologies for the rubbish typing!
This weekend was the continuation of backyard work. So, I pretty much stayed in with the kids. However, I got a pass out from husband on Sunday night and managed to sneak in a few pints with my Dad. As a vegetarian, nice beer is getting increasingly harder to get as lots of breweries are using findings, resulting in what can only be described as icky fish beer.
We went to a nice pub, with nice beer, called the isis, which sells lovely beer called erdinger (if you haven’t tried it, I’d recommend it). The was a live music too, some members of a band called the longsands were playing, and they were pretty good, doing a mix of covers and original stuff. It reminded me of life before children when that was my normal weekend routine.
But still, it is weighday tomorrow. And gym, which will be worse, as the nice man put extra stuff on my key to try out. And zumba. And soft play. And food shopping. It is daddy day care after all!
I wish I didn’t know why…..
I have a hangover. Complete with big head pain and feeling sick. They got me shots for my birthday. I don’t know what I drank, but it wasn’t very nice. And now I am ill. And I’ve been eating crap all day, including a McDonald’s sandwich (I’m blaming my sister for that, as she told me that the veggie deli sandwich is now vegetarian). Currently waiting for Chinese food. Comfort eating is not a good thing! I’m going to be 30 years old and 30 stone if I keep eating this crap!!!
But my head hurts too much cook today…