Saturday, January 12, 2008

The rose will fall for you again

Yo's set was just lovely. He chose to ignore the microphones, the room was just small enough and it was quite beautiful. And very nice to play the saw that way.
And you weren't there. I just know you weren't.
Don't make the same mistake tomorrow: 93 Feet East. I don't know if I'll add more than a couple of tracks worth of improvised background circus operatics again, but Yo is somebody to see, I attest, and that moment when he calls out three young fellows for a unison chorus; "It's all gone away with the Swallows," it nearly gives me the weepy feeling an amateur brass band gives, when they take breaths between bars (I seem to have inherited this particular sentiment from my father, I discovered at new year).

Also, take a look at Yo and Zoë's magazine: Rag & Bone.

{Edit: Forgive my drunken gushing. True though.}

1 comment:

Crista Noel Smith said...

Hello.. glad it was good. Sorry I missed it.

My plane gets in tomorrow at 12:30 so I'll see you sometime after that. Say hi to Sophie and Rowan if they're back before I am.