Last night I was honoured, and I don’t use that word lightly, to be invited to Paul Murphy‘s house for his Songwriter’s Cafe. More accurately it was held in a purpose built room under his treehouse at the bottom of the garden with a stage and fire pit. A cadre of top quality musicians played for us and each other from old-school folkies to new young kids. It was quite magical and special and just what I needed.
I was enjoying the music too much to take notes of who was playing so credits will have to come later but they were all top notch and the “audience of peers and friends” vibe made a change from the usual them-and-us dynamic of a gig (not that one is better than the other).
23 photo in this set and here’s the slideshow.
Because it’s in his home it’s invite only, sadly, which could lead to accusations of elitism and all that crap. But on the other hand it’s private-ish happenings like this that build the social and artistic foundations for a vibrant culture in the city. It’s just rather than use his living room Paul just build a venue in his garden to do it in.
Thanks for diarising this so I didn’t have to – an amazing night. Just got my photos us though not nearly as good:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/katchooo/sets/72157623989193283/detail/
Oh dear. I think that last bit should have read ” – though not nearly as good as yours!” – but I’ve caught the sin and have gone a bit delirious losing all grammatical sense in the process.
Er, that ‘sin’ should have read ‘sun’.
I could go on correcting msyelf all day here so I’ll stop.
If you are struggling for who played I wasn’t there but recognise Abie Budgen who played our Sister’s night at The Victoria. x