A Kapinny post
Apart from this sentence, this post should be a duck-free zone. I think.
One of the benefits of living in or near to Melbourne, is that you can go and see this man appear live, quite frequently. I reckon when I lived there I would have averaged at least three or four times a year, for decades. Last night he performed at one of his very rare Sydney gigs, and I realised how much I'd been missing it, living here.
Chris Wilson is a legendary blues singer, songwriter and harp player, who is dearly loved by those of us in the know. His gorgeous voice is huge enough to plaster you to the back wall, and his harp playing is simply awesome. I've never understood why he's not massively world famous, like some of the blues greats in the US, but there you go. He doesn't tour there, because he has a family and a life in Australia, and he's not the world's best self-promoter; something to which Shula could testify. (She has been known to share the stage with him from time to time. They also share his fabulous wife, but not in a weird way.)
Last night, among several other outrageously talented musicians in the band, was the lovely Sweet Felicia, who was celebrating her birthday. She plays a mean bass and belts out a song like nobody's business. Happy Birthday Sweet Felicia!
I've always said there's no such thing as a bad Chris Wilson gig, and I've never been proved wrong. But last night I decided that if you were forced at gunpoint to rank one gig as better or worse than another, the only thing that would make a difference (other than personal song choice preferences) would be how inspired, or not, his between-song-patter was. Last night, his dry, laconic style of humour was in fine form: the hecklers-who'd-had-a-little-too-much-to-drink were loving it. And copping it.
Funnily enough, I am related to both Chris and Sweet Felicia by dog.
Thanks, Chris, for a top night out!
Guerrilla-edited by Shula. Some OS readers may not familiar with our National Treasure,
and we wouldn't want them missing out....