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An appropriately named venue and a red letter
Mayday in London saw black flags and street riots and a lively
crowd gathering to see one of America's finest songwriters perform
with long time guitar slinging sidekick Andrew Hardin. As always
there was no question of a no show or even a slightly under par
performance from two consummate artists. There aren't many superlatives
left in the bottom draw when it comes to this guy. For any fortunate
to have followed his progress across the last couple of decades
since his fateful meeting in a cab with the Grateful Dead's Robert
Hunter this was pure bliss. Put simply when it comes to writing
great songs this guy leaves more songs in the locker than most
artist get to write in a lifetime. So tonight we didn't get the
sublime U.S.Steel or The Road to Bayamon but what we did get was
a banquet anyway. The table was set by a good performance by V-Roy
Scott Miller who looks like he'd be well worth catching again
showing touches of both Jackson Browne and Dylan in a harmonica
fuelled performance. Then we got the real starters from Russell
with Steve Young co-write Angel of Lyon and St.Olav's Gate - two
euro-country tunes reflecting his wide travels with guitar in
hand. Then Sitting Bull in Venice from recent magnum opus The
Man From God Knows Where which is a masterpiece and an essential
record for anyone wanting to know where the art of American song-writing
is at post-millennium. On and on the non-'hits' came at us. At
times the only useful comparison was to the songs of those other
masters of poetic Americana John Stewart and Lucinda Williams.
A Touch of Evil bounced by before more west coast songs in California
Snow and Out in California. It was a faultless performance, as
good as any he has given here and a receptive crowd clapped him
to the rafters. Then whilst the main course was slowly being digested
he hit us with a crop of new songs as a fitting desert. One, which
may be called The Dog Barks, The Caravan Moves On, was brilliant.
Then a Andrew Hardin song - Last Train From Our Valley? and a
fine rendition of classic Drivin' Nails In My Coffin. The crowd
was feeling pretty bloated but just about managed to shout for
their favourites at encore time. Russell duly delivered the after
dinner coffee and mints with the inevitable Gallo de Ciello (
surely the greatest song about a rooster ever after that little
red one) another new song…and parting shot Sinatra played Juarez.
Some songwriters you can just sense their depth from their song
titles…no moon and june here …more like William Faulkner fronting
Bill Halley's Comets. Hell why he ain't a goddam shooting star
already is beyond me. So next time he spins around, revolution
or no, check him out, and check out that extensive back catalogue
cos there ain't much filler, it's all substance. Home-cooking
not fast food.
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