Tails from the rails now back on British soil with a show at the Ritzy Cinema Club in Brixton. Unchartered territory for me: As a north Londoner, I can count on one hand the number of shows I’ve played below the river… My friend Patrick from the band Heart Kill Giant hosted the event. I …
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‘Tales from the Rails’ now reporting from above the clouds. It’s Monday and I am London-bound after a fantastic weekend in Berlin. On Saturday night I played at a new club in town called “T” and it was, in many respects, one of the best shows of the tour and equally the most stressful. As …
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The yellow taxi turns onto the Reperbahn, passed the “Sex Cinema: 3 Euro” shop. It’s full of men and the radio’s blasting out: “She works hard for the money, so hard for the money”. I’m in Hamburg, it’s a Friday night and I’m on my way to today’s home, but the whole trip was really …
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I’m feeling quite hazy, the sunshine warming the window of the train, coach A, from Manchester to London and my mind is at ease, knowing that all it needs to think about is home, at least for a couple of hours. Yesterday’s gig was awful. Truly. I mean, really horrible, but in a funny kind …
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I’m on the train from Coventry to Manchester and am making the executive decision to combine Birmingham and Coventry into one “Tales from the Rails West Midlands” post – so here goes! On Thursday evening I played at student hideout ‘The Soak’ in Selly Oak, Birmingham. Unfortunately students were as sparse as rowdy locals were …
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It’s an uphill struggle. Glasgow and in general. I’ve caught a cold and am feeling groggy in the sunlight; the suitcase feels heavy, as does my guitar and my head. This feels surreal, the crass slopes of the city, the New York like grid, the concrete, the flyover and the uniformed girls, playing tag on …
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After a full English including black pudding, which I don’t touch, It’s back to Lime Street Station and onwards: Off to play at the End of Spring Festival. Change at Birmingham and here we are in very sunny Cheltenham just a few hours later. Although it looks like quite a long way on my trusted …
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With every trip there’s a moment before arrival where I fear the magic will one day wear off, but it never does. I arrive at Liverpool Lime Street station and feel uplifted – this city may not have that effect on everybody, but it does on me. Once upon a time (or maybe twice – …
I’ve just left Norwich and am on the train to Liverpool (via London). Yesterday was day three of my spring tour and I fear it will be hard to beat. I’ve never been to Norwich and the sun is out as I arrive. It’s beautiful here – glancing at the map on my phone held …
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People are nice and the world is fun. If you’ll indulge me, I’ll go into a little further detail as to how I came to that conclusion. Yesterday I played my London show at Nambucca. Although everything was right on paper: The venue was great, the sound was fantastic, I felt a little unhappy and …
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