Psychedelic Britannia

Psychedelic Britannia gets it's first screening on BBC 4 at 10pm tomorrow, 23rd. 

All a bit last minute, I just received an email to tell me so. Yours truly will be making an appearance. 

Don't know if I'll be around for Reformed rocker turned minstrel Britannia but I was in Metal Britannia with the EBB ha!


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@the Reitens

Lillehammer

The flight from Gatwick airport to Oslo was uneventful. I slept for most of it. I usually sleep during flights and often wake up just before landing. I think that over the years I have learned to sleep on the road when ever I can and often when ever I am bored. It's a good trick and comes in handy very often.

My host Morten met me at the airport in Oslo and then we took a train from Oslo to Lillehammer. I had never been on a Norwegian train and so this was interesting. There was a modernity that you don't get on your average UK train unless it one of the very nice Virgin trains. Morten and I chatted about music and so got to know each other a little. I could tell he had quite an elaborate plan for his friends coming to visit on his fortieth birthday. Unusually it was to be a "mens group" apart from Maria Morten's wife and Karianne his younger sister. I was not only the surprise entertainment but part of the recalling and celebrating the music from and around the year 1975, the year Morten was born.

Maria met us at the station in Lillehammer and soon we were at journeys end.

I slept well after a very nice meal and slept in quite late. I had to be around and hidden for when the other guys arrived. I had already seen Morten's man cave where the little gig was to take place so it was there I waited as people began to arrive. I had been made very welcome and I was very relaxed and intrigued to see what Morten's plan would bring.

Eventually I came upstairs and was introduced to the very surprised gathering. We all ate lunch together and then we returned to the cellar where Morten showed a clip from a German TV show from the 70's where the EBB played American Boy Soldier live. Morten ran this like a radio show and I think he would be very good at presenting the music he loves. Morten has played bass in bands and has a very wide ranging knowledge of modern music. We all chatted about music back in the day and I answered questions and told a few tales from my experiences of the business and life on the road. Every FDPFAFDW has a different character and this was no exception.

in the blue

After a splendid dinner we returned to the cellar where I played my set and told my stories related to the songs. This was very well received, early on and I soon settled into my stride rolling through the songs. I played for a long time and only left out a couple of songs. I had a ball.

the invited guests

Morten's friends meet a couple of times a year to play music they love. the evenings are usually themed around a time in music history and every one bring music they like. They are a varied and very interesting crew and very knowledgeable about music from Black Sabbath to Kraftwerk and pretty much everything in between.
After my gig we all sat around and listened to tracks from albums and cd s brought by every one and all from around 1975. It was an eclectic collection and I was very interested to hear each contributors introductions to the songs and why the songs played were chosen. I had met many of their chosen artists and was able to tell a few related tales from my recollections.
It had been a long day and I was quite exhausted by around 2 am so I left the guys chatting and went to bed.

yours truly and the Reitens

After a wonderful breakfast I chilled for a while and got my stuff ready for the train journey from Lillehammer to Oslo airport. I had enjoyed my stay with Morten and his family and friends very much. I think we connected early on and I will never forget their warm welcome and kindness. I was very happy but a little sad to be leaving. I am very fond of being in Norway and the Norwegian people. They understand me and what I am trying to do. It is my favourite over seas country.

Maria drove Karianne and myself to the station where we were both headed for Oslo. The rail journey south travelled along the length of a great lake for almost the entire journey. Water is never far away when in Norway and I keep promising myself that one day soon I will travel to Norway just to explore and fish these great waters. 
Karianne was very good company during the journey and had good tales to tell from her world wide travels. She is training to be a teacher and I am certain the kids she teaches will be well served. I liked her philosophy and attitude to life. I say again the young people are all right. In fact the world is blessed with a generation of young people like Karianne who will make great things if they are allowed to.

Karianne helped me get checked in at the airport and then she left to go home. I wish her well and all of the Reitens and their friends. I'd had a very nice time with these warm, kind hearted folk and I hope that one day we will meet again.

peace

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just popped in

Just popped in here to say I have just returned from an idyllic trip to Cornwall. It was the best fishing holiday ever and very rejuvenating. 

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yours truly all togged up for action

a nice pair of pollack

I am just preparing to head out Norway again tomorrow. This time it is a FDPFAFDW gig in Lillehammer.

I will write a full report of my trip to Norge when I return on Sunday. Then I will have a couple of weeks to work on new things for the show before heading back to Norway with Luke for a festival in Haugesund on 30th October. Next year will see some electric action. I want to see how much noise I can get away with on my own with a few new toys ha ha! More later.

peace

here we go!

Jeremy Corbyn has been elected leader of the Labour party. The nay sayers will have their day and Mr Corbyn will have the opportunity to silence the doubters. Will he? Who knows but at least we shall have the benefit of real debate over the issues that concern us all and in Corbyn we have some one who will offer a radically different point of view. He says he will increase people participation in politics and he says the alienated young must be brought back into the political fold. It is clear that much of his support came from the young as well as old lefties like me.

Corbyn must modify some of his basic policy ideas if he is to unite the Labour party and he will have the very capable Tom Watson to guide him. Corbyn's and Watson's land slide victory must be seen by the old Blairite guard as a complete rejection of their values. 

Some of us are very tired of the lack of real opposition to the increasingly right wing policies of the Tories and clearly, there are a lot of us. 

Andy Burnham looked devastated as the leadership election results were announced. Earlier in the campaign he resembled Archie Andrews ( remember him?) with the unseen hand of Tony Blair pulling his strings as he jumped from one populist theme to another in his futile attempt to garner votes. While Archie looked gutted and could not get his face sorted, the defeated women candidates seemed much more dignified and magnanimous.

The voters sent a very clear message to Archie and his cohorts. We need an alternative view of what is ethical and decent. We need to put people before profit and we need to stop the poor paying for the damage done to the economy by the excesses of the banks. We need to look after the vulnerable much better. We need to change the way we take care of the children. We need to eliminate the need for food banks in the sixth richest country in the world. We need to fight back against Tory values so that we can take real pride in the policies of the UK. 

Look how shaming European reaction to Cameron's foot dragging over the refugee crisis has become. Of course you might be one of those who say no to the refugees. I have come across some incredibly right wing views from some so called EBB fans. I would say to you that the times are changing and we must move with the times. The only way to happiness is through our determination to help the needy and equalise our society. We must restore pride in our nations and then productivity will boom. Otherwise every thing else will fail as we slip into a dark age where if a man or woman is sick or has nothing to sell, they will be isolated and considered to be with out value or merit. 

I warn you now if Cameron is allowed to continue along his chosen route we will all be very sorry and some of you will have good reasons to be ashamed one day. Meanwhile Cameron seems determined to overturn hard won Trade Union rights and to undermine real democratic participation by the people. Fight back! I despise what he stands for and I despise the Lavender Tories who gave him a majority.

We shall have to wait a while to see what Corbyn really has to offer but thus far I am happy about his election to Labour Leader and the powerful message sent to the Blairites and their diluted Tory values. I look forward to more realism in politics, honesty, integrity and compassion. It is time for the old Blairite guard to put up or shut up. They are the big irrelevance right now and Jeremy, you had better deliver the goods.

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Ramblin sent me the link below to a short video by professor Hans Rosli from the Gapminder Foundation.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YO0IRsfrPQ4

peace

@Grosmont

grosmont station

It has been a while since I played for the sleep out crew who were fundraising for the Brick Homeless Project in Wigan and so it was a treat to be going back north to stay for a few days with our good friends John and Val Bradshaw. John is my tour manager and Val and John were responsible for the larger part of the organisation for the gig last October in Upholland at the church.

This time was to be a little different as Luke was to join us for a gig in another lovely little church at Grosmont in North Yorkshire.

On Saturday we went to see Wigan v Crewe at the Latics ground. Wigan won 1-0 and it was a nice way to spend some time in the fresh air and, it didn't rain.

Sunday rolled around and after a reasonably early night, for a change, we began to prepare for a day on the road to the gig. The scenery on the way was very beautiful. Luke was especially taken by the views on the moors and I realised he hadn't seen this part of the world on our travels with the EBB. Back in the day the EBB travelled up to Whitby and Scarborough where we often played the Penthouse in Scarborough which was run by Peter Adams. We became good friends and often stayed with him in Whitby.
One summer Peter organised a lorry float for us to play on in the Scarborough Carnival. The very evil Jimmy Saville turned up to order every one around and I decided then that he was a narcissistic freak. We soon f+*-ed him off and he disappeared. Now I wish we could have made it permanent.

John's sat nav decided to take us down a narrow, winding and steep track towards Grosmont and it was a good opportunity to test out his new car, a classy four wheel drive VW. The car did good and after crossing a couple of shallow fords under a canopy of sunlit emerald leaves we were in the delightful village of Grosmont. John is an avid steam railway enthusiast and the timing of our arrival at the level crossing was perfect. A train puffed it's way into the station and John looked like a little boy on Christmas morning. While he and Luke parked up I dashed onto the platform to video the last of the moving trains for John as he and Luke arrived just in time to see the last train pull out towards the sheds.

Now we had to find the church where the concert was to take place. St Mathews is on the side of a hill. The whole character of the village speaks of the need for accommodations and a church at the height of the Industrial Revolution when the steam engine was the engine behind all mechanisation. There is a co-op shop in the village which is truly that, a locally owned resource that reminds one of what might be possible if we ever decide to take more control over our own lives and culture.

st.matthews church

The church is not grand but its simple design is very appealing and almost puritanical in a good way. Cool and light with a lovely vibe. 

The "supper in the basket styled jazz band" had sound checked and Luke and I sound checked after a hiccup or two with me finding my way around the system. Soon all was resolved and we were ready to play. It was so nice to see an old friend from way back standing at the back of the church. Always good to see you Alistair and here's to the next time.

John sneaked off to the engine sheds to have a close look at some engines and on his return, the evenings entertainment began. After the "supper in the basket"  support act Luke took his seat and began his show. It was beautiful if I do say so and I will argue with any one who doesn't get it ha ha! He has become more polished after recent shows and his gentle amble through his own songs and a couple of well chosen covers is compelling and evocative. A woman came over to where I was sitting during his show and simply said " mesmerising". The audience was very warm and appreciative. I did notice that as the evening wore on and the beer flowed the ambient noise increased with chatter. Still it was not a problem and mostly people listened intently. They were one of the nicest audiences of my recent gigs.

It was time for yours truly. I had a ball. I loved the way the sound rang around the stone walls of this superb venue. I'd had a conversation with a very nice chap earlier who was in fact the local doctor. I didn't know this at the time. During my gig his table became quite noisy and I am afraid his wife became very drunk. I had to pause while they moved their table with much scraping and banging. The good doctor then helped his good lady through the crowd to the toilet at the rear of the church. Eventually they left and I continued. I could say more about this but suffice to say if I were he I would have been very, very embarrassed.

The rest of my set went smoothly and I threw in Belle of Trevellyan, a song I have not performed before and it all went very well. So that is a new permanent feature of the set list. It all seemed to fly by and soon we saying our farewells and heading across the moors en route to Wigan.

Many thanks to George Morton for organising the whole thing and thanks to all of those who helped make it work.

If you are ever in the area you must visit Grosmont the village that time forgot, It is one of the most charming, unspoiled places I have ever seen. A jewel on the landscape.

on the road again

Thank you for every thing John and Val. You are so special!

peace

Norway my second homeland

Dag Ringstad with his wood cut print of yours truly

photo by Karen Valeur

Dag Ringstad is an artist and musician who gave me the print he is holding in the photo above. Thank you my friend this was special. Dag did not know that this is a selfie.  I took it on a beach in Weymouth in the UK some years ago and so I feel this was a happy collaboration.

I was very pleased to see my friends Karen Valeur and Birger Westergren waiting for me at Kritiansand airport. My arrival in Norway was slightly marred by the non arrival of my luggage and guitar. How ever the very nice SAS airline woman gave me a T-shirt and toiletries for the night to come. The luggage arrived the next day so all was well. 

I stayed in Kristiansand with my very good friend Karen Valeur who looked after me so well. We spent most evenings and long into the night,  talking about our lives and work and found we had very much in common. We have experienced many similar obstacles along our journeys trying to make a difference to the lives of others. It is so good to share with some one who knows and who understands.

After a good sleep I was ready for action. A fishing trip was planned and I was very excited to be heading out. Birger drove us to the airport where we collected the delayed luggage. Later we met up with Roar Jacobsen. I had met Birger and Roar who drove me from Kristiansand to Larvik to meet up with Gry and Ragner of the Larvik Vinyl Club, last year. 

Soon we were on our way to meet with Kai Severinsen who was to be my guide for the day. I noticed Kai had a couple of fly rods fixed to his car. I later found out he had a couple of very nice spinning rods for me to use. 
We drove to a farm on a high bank of the river Tovdalselva, a fast flowing salmon river that runs through tree covered high cliffs and mountains where wolves and moose roam.

After a quick tour of the farm and facilities for fisher people wanting to stay over we headed down to the river bank. There we found a wooden shelter and picnic table. Soon a picnic was laid out and we all relaxed in the sun as we ate. 

Kai and me

photo by Karen Valeur

Karen took photos while Birger prepared for his exploratory adventure in and along the river. Roar was very relaxed and Kai and I were ready to fish. 

Birger is like a little boy on an adventure. His knowledge of nature is vast and for him this was a paradise of flowers, insects and all the creatures in his sight. Kai had rowed me across the river to the opposite bank where we began to fish, he with a fly rod and me with a spinning rod.

2 men in a boat

photo by Karen Valeur

While watching Birger on the opposite bank I remarked to Kai that it was so good to see the boy in the man as we watched him splashing around in shorts, in the river, then examining the undergrowth along the river bank. Kai smiled and told me that Birger had always been that way.

We both fished hard. Big salmon jumped all around us and I saw a couple actually slip along the edge of the rocks I stood on. They had jumped onto the rocks where they appeared for a second or two before slipping back into the fast running channel I was fishing. I glanced to watch Kai flicking his fly into the river. We didn't catch but it is fishing not catching.

Kai rowed us back across the river and I had a few casts that covered all of the pools and creases in the current but still no fish.

We all set off up the bank to where we had parked the cars. It was a good climb and I walked slowly with Karen. Roar and Kai were soon out of sight while Birger came up behind us with  a handful of wild berries he was collecting, saying he was "eating his way up the hill".

We drove to another fishing mark by a raging waterfall that produced the most amazing pools and eddies.

boys together Roar - Me - Kai and Birger

photo by Karen Valeur

yours truly fishing hard

photo by Karen Valeur

By this waterfall the salmon were jumping feet away from me but though I tried all I knew I couldn't hook one though I did get a few knocks or tentative bites. From here we drove to Boen Gard. This is an old farm with a very beautiful house lovingly restored by Johan G Olsen. It hosts weddings, corporate events and of course it caters for all the needs of the salmon fisher who wants the best.
I fished the river there until dark and then we made our way back up to the farm.

Boen Gard in the  dark - photo by Karen Valeur

Johan gave us a very interesting guided tour. The size and complexity of his restoration of the house and surrounding accommodation had presented a huge task and it is still a work in progress.

Johan - Kai and yours truly sampling the local cider inside the house

photo by Karen Valeur

Johan -  Kai and yours truly

photo by Karen Valeur

http://boengaard.no/

I didn't get the salmon I fished hard for but I'd had a very special day on the river with my good friends. I will never forget it. I have been invited back and I will have to do that all again. I must add that Kai Severinsen is one of the dedicated people responsible for getting salmon back in the river after acid rain drove the salmon away. The evidence of the success of this great achievement can be experienced by any one fortunate enough to watch these great fish jumping in the boiling waters of the Tovdalselva.

Next day we all assembled again for a salmon dinner at Birger's house.  The salmon was caught by Kai some time before our trip on the river. It was so nice to meet Birger's family. The dinner was splendid with lots of fresh seafood which is my favourite food. It was a very pleasant and interesting evening. I remember Kai explaining the process for bringing the salmon back to the river and Birger's stories of his times on the north sea oil rigs as a helicopter health and safety expert. 

Next day was show time. After a sound check at Vaktbua, outside in the garden the sun disappeared and the rain began to fall and banks of rain cloud poured in off the sea. It wasn't long before it was decided to move inside. This meant moving all the gear inside and special thanks must go to Alf Solbakken for looking after the P.A. system and for recording my show. Alf is another renowned local artist and avant garde musician who exhibits his work regularly at the Vaktbua venue.

While this going on Elisabeth Labdon, Vaktbua's owner, dashed around making things work. Vaktbua is a community of people who work for the ideals of Vaktbua and voluntary contribution is made by many. Karen Valeur is one of the people who steer and guide the progress and development of this remarkable community.

I began the show with an expanded Speak down the wires. The reception from the packed in audience was lovely and I proceeded through my song list. I threw in some oldies including Home fit for heroes at my brother Steve's suggestion , some weeks ago. Actually the audience sang all of the words and I just sang along. Lovely!

the show - photo by Karen Valeur

Some people were quite happily drunk. I say happily because they remained good natured. Some folk were noisy but the ones who wanted to hear prevailed and only a few delinquent fans persisted with loud chat. I ended the set with Poppy and the unavoidable encore was Ice on fire. I asked that all be quiet for this and thankfully they were. Job done! They were a lovely audience and I really enjoyed myself from beginning to end. I noticed that some folk were singing along with the choruses of some of the new songs and that was a very cool thing for me.

I walked from the little stage to the garden outside where I met four young people aged around 18. One young man and three young women. Meeting them was for me the high light of the day. They sheltered me from the rain with their umbrellas and I joked to an older fan that finally the kids were looking after me. These youngsters were delightful and it meant so much to me to find that I had reached them and touched their hearts in some way. It was time for them to go and I began to shake them by the hand when one of the young women asked for a hug. I was very touched. Then they all asked for a hug and I was quite overcome by this lovely connection. My heart sang!

Some of us stayed around quite late talking and drinking. It was very nice and I had the opportunity to learn more about my old and new friends. I feel very at home at Vaktbua. I was quite sad to leave Elisabeth and the people of Vaktbua but I will be back for sure.

During the week some people in Stavanger had asked if I could play for them. It so happened that my very special friend Jarle had come from Stavanger to see the show at Vaktbua and so with the chance of a drive with my friend and the possibility to stay with his family I agreed to play the gig. I can tell you the rain that had begun on the afternoon of the Vaktbua gig kept on all through the night and all along the road to Stavanger. We arrived at the gig for a sound check after a quick drop in at Jarles home where we ate some great pizza. Thank you for that Kirsten. It was a life saver.

I can't tell you much about the secret gig in Stavanger but I will say we arrived for the show in time to see the fascinating experimental music set from a couple of the guys who run the place. This a co-operative collaboration by a small group of community minded musicians and artists. I received a very warm welcome from the audience who had turned out at short notice in torrential rain. The show went well and the quiet, attentive audience was a delight.
Jarle and I said our farewells and we headed back to his home. Still the rain poured down. I slept like a log that night and next day relaxed with Jarle, Kirsten and the very delightful young Ingrid who, at eleven years of age, makes the best English style tea in Norway.

Time passed and we had just time to see the first goal of Chelsea's drubbing on Sunday before it was time to fly out.  I was sad to leave Jarle as I made my way through the check in at Stavanger airport. It had been a wonderfully satisfying trip and my connection with Norway and my very good friends there grows with each visit. I will be going back for FDPFAFDW show in Lillehammer on the 10th October and for a festival with Luke in Haugesund Oct 30th.

So my love and thanks to all who made such great efforts to make my stay so special. I will never forget the kindness shown to me by all. Special thanks to Elisabeth for asking me back and to Karen, Dag, Alf, Birger and family, Roar, Kai and to Jarle and family for their friendship and support.





peace