Be soft, be softer still, give yourself love beyond all thrill.

I’ve been fannying around with this for a while now and all too quickly it’s a couple of weeks old already…

A rather late first gig of the year for me (a close-to-six-month drought in fact) but a welcome one, for sure. Having seen Meilyr Jones last year “unseen”, with pretty much no previous knowledge of him and been suitably wowed by the whole experience, the enchanting Welshman and his wonderful 2015 record have assumed impressive proportions in this old git’s mind (and record collection).

Meilyr Jones, The Fleece

A second gig can be a disappointing affair and it occurred to me this might be a bit of an issue as we walked through the doors of the ever-dependable, gummy-floored Fleece. A brief period of ho-hummery with a support band whose name passed in one ear and out the other, and all of a sudden Meilyr Jones is once again bounding on stage, grinning like a loon on his first day at school. And we’re back there.

I’d forgotten how fond I am of his soppy little face, how much I envy his flimsy Byrds haircut and how much I want to iron his rumpled outfits. In top-buttoned shirt and the shortest grey slacks I think I‘ve ever seen, he cut the gawkiest of figures, a look he embraces unswervingly.

What a guy.

The set whipped by, and even though it was pretty much the same as before (I didn’t catch any new songs), it still sounded fresh, intelligent and passionate. I remember last time being particularly mesmerised by the encore performance of “Be Soft”, which if anything he actually managed to emulate this time, bringing his two violinists off the stage and deep into the audience. All un-miked and somehow even more intimate and overwhelming than even before.

Here are recordings of the two encore songs (the second is a little muddy, thick with feeling a romantic soul might say…)

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Be Soft

In the days when there were stars…

meilyr_jones_liverpool_29-4-16_mike_hughes_live9_445_297As any one of life’s beleaguered teachers will tell you, October is the season of the Harvest Festival – a charming old-world tradition that I marvel every year has somehow, against all the odds, scrambled into the 21st Century. In the old days, Harvest Festivals would have involved skilfully fashioned wheat-based items, marrows and other winter vegetables but nowadays mainly consist of precariously piled tins of peaches, sachets of Uncle Ben’s Rice and the odd packet of plain biscuits. Times have changed for sure, the common thread being a slightly forced sense of gratitude for cyclical graces.

This being my Blog, against all reasonable advice, I’m going to develop this seasonal theme into a laboured, music-based metaphor and suggest that at the very top of my Harvest Festival table of bounties for which to thank the Lord would be The Unexpected Gig…

Meilyr Jones, Thekla

Got a call a couple of weeks ago from Coleser saying that he’d bought me a ticket for this geezer of whom I was completely unaware, just knowing that I’d like him.

Thank the Lord for good friends, eh?

A week spent revising with Jones’ 2013 album left me intrigued and rather looking forward to an evening in the company of a slightly eccentric Welsh crooner. Traffic (and a group of revellers utterly bemused by new-fangled parking ticket dispensers) held us up, so that we just made it into the darkened, depths of everyone’s favourite hipster vessel. As if by magic, Meilyr Jones appeared onstage at the same moment as a pint snaked into my hand – not the only instance of perfect timing from the evening.

Cheerily-arrayed in rumpled white polo, tucked into eighties-style pegs, he looked like some young thing from the pages of the Face (ask your parents), and bounded onto the stage, fist pumping his way into his storming album-opener, “How to Recognise a Work of Art”. It was a cracking start to a great set, punctuated by winning smiles and self-effacing Celtic charm. He warbled and careened around Thekla’s tiny stage, gorgeously supported by a troupe of guitarists-cum violinists who occasionally threatened to (ever-so-gently) steal the show.

Highlights of the evening were a Jean Genie-style version of “Strange Emotional”, with a lengthy dream/nightmare middle sequence; a witty, full-throated “Featured Artist” and a beautiful, audience-silencing “Be Soft” finale, Jones slipping quietly off the stage as his band gently finished things off. (The latter recording is almost spoiled by the somehow amplified sound of below-deck air conditioning as an entranced group of punters craned their collective necks toward the stage…)

Triffic stuff!

Strange Emotional

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