Friday August 30, Göteborg, Sweden – Spent half an hour looking
for a Pat Conte record. Eventually found it and stuck it on as the ships rolled
into the harbour. Its called ‘Folk Music Of The United States’. Issued on red
vinyl by Jalopy Records its a good start to the day. Pats also responsible for
compiling ‘The Secret Museum Of Mankind Vol. 1, Ethnic Music Classics:
1925-48’. Far-out tracks from his personal collection of obscure 78’s from
Ceylon, Poland, Abyssinia, Andalucia, Rajahstan, Fiji, South Africa and so on.
First time I met Pat was a few months ago on Columbia Street in Brooklyn
NYC. His car pulled up to the kerb and
Jack shouted over “ Hey Pat”. I went over to say ‘hello’ to this man I’d heard
so much about. The car was full of smoke. I assumed they were smoking gigantic
spliffs, but no, it was sweet smelling Nag Champa incense that clouded the old
Buick. Billows of the stuff. He burns it everywhere he goes creating his own
world of smoke/mist/fog and great music.
Windows wide open - the far away rumble of traffic,
it was hot and humid. Fizzy drink in mind, I stuck to soda water. Put on the
Stones ‘Out of Time’ but it sounded muddy. This was from the Rolled Gold
compilation. But I was used to hearing a version from a Russian pressing I had
aquired about 10 years back. Dug that one out and I was right, the old cold war
era pressing was surprisingly better, maybe even an alternative mix. Probably a
bootleg as well. The doorbell rang and the Nikki Sudden 6 CD box-set arrived. Looks great and it’s
full of obscure stuff as well as some of his better known songs. Im to be found
on one track playing guitar and harmonica. Later on it seemed appropriate to
try and remix a version of Nikki’s ‘Death Is Hanging Over Me’.
Sunday September 1, Salzburg, Austria –
They played The Lemonheads as we boarded the plane to Berlin. The flight
attendants wore tight ass enchancing jeans as they dished out the water and
fruit juice in a swift and cautiously friendly manner. We plebs had a choice of
snack. Salty or sweet. I had neither. A heavy downpour of rain greeted our
arrival in to Tegel. But in Salzburg it was drizzling and humid. Played the gig
and had an early night.
Monday September 2, Salzburg, Austria –
Flags hanging on their poles, the bustle of the tourist town. People looking
lost, some looking for adventure. On a ramble through the old city I discovered
elaborate tombstones, magnificent metal crosses worthy of a place in an art
museum. Church spires, horse drawn carraiges. So many people looking down into
the abyss of the internet on their i-phones/smart phones/stupid phones. Who am
I to judge. I had to get wifi sorted and once I did I discovered Im going to be
on Frank Vranchx’s show on Radio Centraal in Belgium in a few days.
Played the gig and met top attorney and big time
music fan W. Scott Wallace and his wife from Dallas, Tx. They bought CDs and
invited me to their home town for a show and I will in due course put some
effort into making that happen.
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