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Ever since I earned my first wages working on Saturdays in a Monmouth butchers, I have been a voracious consumer of all manner of music. With crisp pound notes in hand, I would scurry up the high street to Woolworths to get something round and made of vinyl in the last 20 mins before closing; from The Eagles to Motorhead to the Eurythmics to, well, anything-and-everything! When me and the current Mrs Boydell started courting, we would spend long afternoons delicately handling my stylus and sheathing my 12 inches; I regarded myself as a guru of eclectic tastes, an expert guide in to the world of aural treasures BUT it’s Mrs B that has had the highest hit rate in getting the other one hooked: most notably her pre-“Us” love of Neil Finn, Split Enz and Crowded House but, also, the angelic, crystalline folky beauty of Ms Kate Rusby:
Last night, in an unprecedented two-weeks-in-a-row ‘date night’ scenario (last week it was, if you recall, the comedy of Richard Herring), the two of us left the boys to themselves and nipped out the Cheltenham to see Ms Rusby in concert. We arrived, with about an hour to spare, intending to find a bite of something to eat and ended up in the Pizza Express opposite the Town Hall venue; a large glass of Merlot for her and a fizzy water for me, we scoffed down two very delicious discs of cheese and ‘ting before taking our seats in the palatial performance space:
Gloriously warm, heart-tingling, life-affirming and soul-lifting; witty ballads, jaunty jigs, oodles of banter with the audience and a surprisingly young but virtuoso band (mandolin, acoustic guitars, double Bass, accordion and Moog organ(!)) made for two wonderful hours.
Very highly recommended; go here for more Tour (and background) info: