| I went to see Lach tonight at the Adelphi in Hull. I know that three out of those pronouns may either confuse you or leave you cold. Hopefully is wasn't the first-person singular nominative case personal pronoun that caused the problem. Or the end of the line, just before the full-stop, an illogically imagined geographically grandiose port town related pronoun replete in everything that went before. It could have been the Greek for brothers, but I guess you pretended to know what that means. So the only one left is Lach, rhymes with "snatch" if you were struggling with that. Tonight he played at the new Greek brothers place in that illogically imagined geographically grandiose port town and the first-person singular nominative case personal pronoun was there in the Greek bro... I saw Lach play tonight. (I will retro post links to an article I'm writing about outsider musicians HERE). "What did I think?" I briefly saw in a small venue, with a less then capacity crowd, a cross-cultural across time connection. The songs were good, from the anti-folk king of New York with an IMDb rating of 7.0 (I maybe confused on that bit, it is late at night now.) A unassuming New Yorker. Yeah right! He rubbed shoulders on more than one occasion with Joey Ramone. Dropping into CGBG's graduates and being in a studio next alumni like Blondie, all the credentials of cool are laid bare. And why shouldn't they be? Been there, done it, bought the... maybe got a few for free... Probably didn't... Meh! Who cares about a T-shirt? |
Anyway... What I'm saying is... The guy's cool, he has songs to sing and stories to tell. What more should anyone want? He's a modern old-school troubadour, and that's a rare thing these days.
