Steve Maskery
Old Oak
When we lived in the UK, we went to a folk club every week. "Folk" was interpreted very loosely indeed. I've never really been into music of any kind, one of the things I love about living here is the silence and calm, but Sheila really misses the music scene.
She found an open mic night only about 30 mins from here, so tonight we went along. We were both tired and nearly didn't go, but we were both glad we did, it was excellent and varied. About 20 people, slightly more French than English, but some of the French sang in English. A couple of people doing their own compositions. Generally a good standard.
Then it was my turn.
Now I do sing, but I can't play anything so I sing Acapulco. Different genres to the norm... My set included:
Man of the Earth (Vin Garbutt)
The IT Engineer's Lament (M
McCartney and Maskery)
Ill Wind (Flanders and Swan)
I strutted my stuff and it was well-enough received. People said they enjoyed it. Everybody was nice about it.
Then a lady called Annie came up to me. Closer to 80 than 70, still glamorous, bangles and bright colours, rather effusive and gushing, (think classy Tina Turner) , she came up to me and gave me a hug and said,"That was magnifique" (she was actually Italian), "You are our Freddy Mercury!"
And she didn't even appear to be drunk.
I wasn't quite sure how to take it as I am not his build nor his inclination I don't even have the tache, but I took it as a compliment.
A couple of sets later she came on stage WITH HER BAND, including an octogenarian saxophonist and was brilliant. I hope I can sing that well when I am her age.
Freddy Mercury, eh? I'll take that.
S
She found an open mic night only about 30 mins from here, so tonight we went along. We were both tired and nearly didn't go, but we were both glad we did, it was excellent and varied. About 20 people, slightly more French than English, but some of the French sang in English. A couple of people doing their own compositions. Generally a good standard.
Then it was my turn.
Now I do sing, but I can't play anything so I sing Acapulco. Different genres to the norm... My set included:
Man of the Earth (Vin Garbutt)
The IT Engineer's Lament (M
McCartney and Maskery)
Ill Wind (Flanders and Swan)
I strutted my stuff and it was well-enough received. People said they enjoyed it. Everybody was nice about it.
Then a lady called Annie came up to me. Closer to 80 than 70, still glamorous, bangles and bright colours, rather effusive and gushing, (think classy Tina Turner) , she came up to me and gave me a hug and said,"That was magnifique" (she was actually Italian), "You are our Freddy Mercury!"
And she didn't even appear to be drunk.
I wasn't quite sure how to take it as I am not his build nor his inclination I don't even have the tache, but I took it as a compliment.
A couple of sets later she came on stage WITH HER BAND, including an octogenarian saxophonist and was brilliant. I hope I can sing that well when I am her age.
Freddy Mercury, eh? I'll take that.
S
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