Manchester/Gateshead II

We need to vacate the apartments by eleven so we’re on the road shortly thereafter heading for Gateshead. By the time we hit the Pennines the rain is beating mercilessly on the roof of the Bongo and visibility is almost zero. It clears up though and we reach the Sage Theatre on a sunny, although very cold, early evening.

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I don’t think I’ve ever played somewhere this large. I’m not sure that the tour is selling that well and a small audience would be dwarfed by the vast surroundings. I wander about the stage, taking photographs of Tim the pedal steel player and Jim and Justin Webb as they set up and play. I feel comfortable with them, I first met them in the late nineties when I was asked to Dj at their first UK gig at the Water Rats in London and over the years I’ve bumped into them at various concerts, annoying them with questions about their dad. They are lovely people, friendly, generous and astonishingly polite, that goes for all members of the traveling band.

I’m missing my family, at one point I mention Sonny on stage, about how this was the first time I’ve been away from him and the fact that he’s started walking while I was away. I choke up and I think I’m going to going to lose it but I get through it. I’m shattered by the end and I get catch a taxi back to the travel lodge just as the Webbs hit the stage.

November 8, 20091 Comment

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