Late night Glasgow. Played in the city tonight (St Andrews in the Square where I played at Celtic Connections Fest in January) and make our way down to Manchester tomorrow. An old friend passed on a photo tonight of me playing here in 89, the days of the mullet! I’m enjoying the Vegas tour. The solo shows feel good with the new material finding a home alongside older stuff. Have also played one gig (Colchester) with Miranda Sykes on bass and Mike Haughton on sax. Yeh, it’s good to be out here again.
You just never know till you step out there. It is a journey and we always get there in the end. But the best moments are when you are free from anything to do with performing. You just go there, leap off the cliff, get out of the boat and walk and the magic happens. You do have to make sure you reach out for the ledge or climb back aboard at the right moment, before you sink, before you fall. Get it right and it’s the best job in the world, and that’s when I feel I have done something worthwhile and valid. This is what I do and it’s a nice feeling to think I can try and let it happen again tomorrow.