We went to see jazz guitarist Martin Taylor in concert at Huntington Hall last night. Its a beautiful venue - a converted Countess of Huntington Chapel (co-incidentally, so is our house!) in the heart of Worcester. I booked the tickets way back in May and got great seats. We were right at the very front and in the middle...quite literally inches from the stage. We had neck ache and a clear view of Martin's nasal hair (thankfully he'd trimmed and blown!).
We've seen him countless times over the years. The first time was probably in about 1993 in the Mitchell Theatre in Glasgow - when he had long hair and a beard. Now the hair is short, the beard has gone and the double chin has arrived...and that's just me I'm talking about!
It was a stunning performance - just a man and his guitar. I guess age might give you a wee tummy, but it also means you've had a bit more practise and he gave a superb performance. It was funny, being so very close to the front, to see that he hums and mouths the words and has other little ticks. I had always thought it was just Stephen who pulled faces when playing!
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