It seems slightly mad that my post on the June edition of Words And Music is being posted nearly a week after the July event has taken place. Note to self I really must stop misplacing my notebook .That said it was with a sense of relief that the night actually went ahead. I say this because the May edition of our event had to be cancelled as your host was unable to attend due to a leg injury and not having a replacement compere on standby who could have stepped in to take over. Though not fully recovered from my setback I was in no doubt the show had to go on even if it meant taking a taxi to the venue and arriving before it had officially opened.
There was at least one up side to my early arrival which was that I was there to welcome each and every guest as they arrived to play their part in the evening’s entertainment. This helped me to get myself in the mood for whatever the would bring and as is always the case with any Words and Music event it would be what it would be and I for one was glad for whatever that was
As I started I had some good news to share with the assembled company and that was that a team made at Words And Music and captained by yours truly had won the Four Ages Slam which had been the only event I had attended in the whole of May. Well as team captain I had not only to attend but lead by example and my teammates who were our two previous featured writers for March and April Lesley Traynor and Angie Strachan were absolutely brilliant. This was of course exactly what you’d expect from two stalwarts of our club and shows the standard of featured writers I try to being to the club.
Having performed my duties, I thought it was only fair to start the night with one of the poems I performed in our team’s set so I opened the night with Jewel Of The Clyde in which I take a reflective look to back to 1990 and Glasgow’s year as city of culture and examine the legacy it left it us both. culturally and politically.
Having done my job and opened the night it was now time to crack on with the billed readers. First up was Derek Read and he had told me prior the event kicking off that he wanted to read what he teffered to as long poem which was written in memory of his former partner Gilbert particularly since this coincided with the anniversary of Gilbert’s death. Unfortunately the occasion got a bit too much for Derek and he found himself too chocked with emotion to perform and asked if someone else could read it on his behalf. Since I had met Gilbert on a few occasions I was more than happy to undertake the task of reading Luss Pilgrimage and I’m pleased to report that Derek thought I had performed it well. Derek then returned to the stage to read a short poem entitled Power before taking his seat to enjoy the rest of the evening.
Next up was Susan Milligan who gave arguably her best performance so far at Words And Music with a themed set on friendship. Susan started her set with a poem on friendship with in the family unit with a very moving poem entitled Absent Friends which was written in memory of her dad and youngest of her brothers who was her words taken far too early. She then moved on to her now customary song giving us her rendition of the Andrew Gold hit from the late 1970’s Thank You For Being A Friend.
As we thanked Susan for her contribution it was time to welcome another well kent face to entertain the gathering and that was Alex Frew who as is so often the case brought his own brand of mischief to proceedings. Alex started his set with a piece on Childhood Days though I’m not sure they any way resemble any childhood days I can ever recall. Alex than shared a song written by his friend Michelle who like Alex attends the South West Writers group. The song titled I Love Your Bum attracted more than a few chuckles and kinda made me think on The Cheeky Girls. Alex then concluded an entertaining set with what he calls his cycling songs Big Chunky Buttocks which I have to say has a very catchy chorus
Next up was Alex’s partner in rhyme, crime, song, and lunacy , yes it was the other half of the Ayrshire version of the Cheeky Boys the one and only Andy Fleming. Andy performed three songs two of his own and one in tribute to a much loved late friend of our nights. Andy started his set with Odin’s Dedication aka There’s No Mention Of The Clitoris In The Bible and The Rock Jam which though not one of his most sing a long songs is strangely enough a song I love singing along to and demonstrates his talent for writing brilliant and bitingly clever lyrics. Having treated us to two of his own catalogue Andy concluded his set with a song made famous by one of our former favourites Crispin Allen titled footprints On The Dashboard Upside Down .For those of a certain vintage and I mean that in Words And Music years it brought back more than a few memories of a consummate performer from another consummate performer.
As Andy rejoined the company it was Alan McGlas who led us to the bar break with his story A Small Boy in which he recalls memories of his grandfather and why he seldom talked about the war. This is a very moving story narrated with warmth, compassion, and dignity told in an authentic voice of which his grandad would be proud.
After the bar break it was time for our featured writer and on this occasion the slot was filled by a Words And Music regular Pete Faulkner. Being a writer who is equally at home with poetry and prose I wondered what Pete would treat us to in his 20 minutes in the spotlight
As it turned out Pete’s treat was to share a couple of chapters from his novel in which the hapless lead character a young English teacher Christopher Isherwood is a facing a very stressful day at work and his journey to the school where he teaches makes a day which is already potentially fraught even worse as everything that can go wrong does so and that was just the start of the day from every young teacher’s hell
On arrival at School the idealistic Isherwood would face an assessment from one of his harshest critics, who just happens to be head of department. As she sits in on his class she watches in despair as Christopher is continually interrupted by the class clown who interjects with the comment ‘And what’s that got to do with the price of fish at every chance he gets and of course encouraged to do so by his peers who see this act as some sort of teenage rebellion and no doubt see themselves as very anti establishment in their actions.
The fact that Christopher would in all probability as Pete hints but never states be a far better teacher for them if they had given him the chance to do his job is completely missed by his students who only seemed interested in what act of rebellion they could become known for.
It hard not to feel at least some empathy for likable but hapless Christopher and I think the fact that Pete is a teacher by profession shows in the very real way he portrays his character complete with all the faults , flaws, and idiocincracies which made him so authentic just the writer who created him.
As Pete went back to his seat it was time for our featured musician to take stage and it was a pleasure to welcome Darryl Sperry (Pictured Below back to the Words And Music It was especially fitting that it was a pleasant evening in June when he made his return as it was exactly a year since he made his Words And Music debut as our first featured musician in our new venue.
(Picture 1 Darryl Sperry our featured musician)
Darryl started his set which was mainly comprised of his own songs with Seagull before to moving on to Me Myself And I. This was followed by I Don’t Wanna Be Everybody. This song illustrates the pressures of trying to be everything to everbody, pressures which I think are unfairly placed on so many people particularly the millennial generation.
Darryl then moved on to my favourite song of his set The Sun Is Out Today. I love the fact that this song is so relaxing and the melodies are absolutely sublime. This is a top quality song from a top quality musician. Darryl concluded an excellent set which, showed why I booked him with an excellent version of the Bob Dylan classic Knocking On Heaven’s Door . Honestly this was an amazing set which was thoroughly enjoyed by the small but intimate crowd (well there were only 9 of us in attendance and to those who haven’t seen yet , please rectify that at your earliest convenient opportunity I guarantee you’ll enjoy the talent of one of the rising stars of the Scottish Indy music scene.
At the end of Darryl’s set ànd with no-one else left to read it was up to me to bring the night to a conclusion. I did this by reading a set of four poems starting with Smelling The Roses in which I look inside the mind of a UKIP voter and reveal what I believe they are secretly thinking. Well, I had to perform a political poem on this occasion. I had no real choice to make ,especially as it was only two days before the snap General Election Theresa May had insisted on calling and I’m pleased to report that my satirical take on the kippers was very well received.
From political comedy I moved on to more observational humour as read Lost The Plot which tells the story of a Glasgow girl’s Saturday Night at the dancing. This is one of my favourite poems to perform and it always seems to get a good reaction. For my penultimate poem I paid a very personal tribute to former Words And Music stalwart Ian Davison who died on Christmas Day with my poem Glasgow Boy which was written in his memory. I finished my set with one of my best known poems and one of the few I can perform completely from memory. Or at least I can on most occasions and the poem but this time I seemed to miss a verse of Karaoke Queen. The fact that nobody seemed to notice is neither here . I noticed and being the perfectionist I am I was somewhat less than pleased about it. Other than that I was happy enough with my performance on the other poems I read.
As I made my way home I reflected that my little trip on my final poem should guard as a warning against complacency. However , all things considered it was an enjoyable night, indeed you could say that when cheeky boys met karaoke queens we talked of childhood days and when we went to the rock jam night we knocked on heaven’s door.
Till next time