Had a beautiful evening last night.. ending up listening to an artist I’ve heard very little of, but lots about, after picking up a copy of Metro and randomly opening up at the gigs page – a pleasant surprise!

Like Duke Special, the resident Nothern Irish population turned up in force to see Foy Vance… and i’ve spent the majority of my train journey over to Glasgow trying to work out just what it is about these two guys that catptures the imagination.. here’s my seemingly incoherent best shot.

adminssion of the instituitional messed-up-ness and complicity in sectarianism “curse those fifes and damn those drums.. belfast… leave me behind.” and in contrast there’s this something beautiful about the little stories of grace that bring both tears but also leaving you feeling like the stone-holders after Jesus gets up after his dust doodling excercise.. guilt-trip-free inspiration towards love and kindness.. “would you lay your love on me, could you Shake me till i’m clean a salvation tambourine” “Indiscriminate act of kindness”
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