Imagine a scottish folk singer with a song called ”be woozy with cider”, it is easy to imagine a bushy pubsång with toast. Or perhaps a blackened song on the ruelse and bad living.
James Yorkston stands in place and speaks very quietly, over a discrete gitarrkomp, about how he's looking out hotellfönstret an early night after yesterday's party. A wedding party, he tried to be nice, became friends with everyone, remember them just now. He was thinking over his life, the small village, he prefers in front of the city, the future of the concern. The paltry career, the woman who sleeps behind him – it is she who is soon to be waking, still ciderlummig.
It is a short story more than a song, despite the fact that he whistles and plays the guitar solo. One in which nothing happens, but you see a whole life in front of him. In the beginning of the gig, he came by himself to the stage floor knarrade, then did the he on the photographer's kameraklickande, now crawling both things into the text here.
the theatre sits so quiet that you really perceive every little tone of voice. James Yorkston has devoted seventeen years of career to go from the subtle and sedate to a so nedskruvat, small-print statement that any lack of commercial success seems like a very conscious choice.
at the same time, " he says hialösa stories between the songs, about how he put his pedometer on the cat in order to fool his father that he started to train for the marathon, or if a wretched porter who got her beloved piano nedbajsat of a dove James happened to drop into the hotel.
But it cuts against the songs about friends who passed away and the love is so tricky, but the humor and seriousness, may not have to be opposites.
The Second Hand Orchestra may be the world's friendliest instrumental music. Eleven persons, including some children, in a wonderful balansläge between harmony and collapse, with such a big and warm sound that any small distortions sounded completely natural.
In the end, they came in again, reinforced with etnoduon Siri Karlsson and minus the kids, almost entirely orepeterade behind James Yorkston for some of the songs that suddenly fell together – for the first and only time.
Actually, I wish that no one immortalized this, because I think that the unequivocal greatness of the moment do not have a chance to get caught on a recording. Not unlike how a part of the James Yorkstons most greyed out songs live up on the really first when you have him in front of him.
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