Ones you went to with great anticipation of being entertained but turned out to be dreadful, forcing you to walk?
I went to see Jake Thackray at The Stables in Wavendon. It would’ve been late on in his career - around mid-90s. I loved his stuff. Lyrically so clever, that guttural, gritty delivery and his peculiarly brilliant guitar style.
Unfortunately, things didn’t turn out as I’d expected. He was standing in the auditorium with Cleo Laine pre-concert - mingling. He was wearing a blazer, shirt and tie and cream slacks. I was a good ten feet away, so cannot be sure, but it looked like he had a significantly sized wet stain around the flies area, so this rang the first alarm bell, with the concern that he wasn’t shooting straight in the urinals.
The actual performance rang the second one. The guitar sounded out of tune, he was struggling to make it through the songs vocally, and I wondered if he’d make it through to the interval, so unsteady was his performance. I just wish I’d seen him in his heyday - mid to late ‘60s, when he was so brilliant.
The interval came, and then wife and me just had to leave. Being seated not far from the front, I felt guilty about the two empty seats he’d see before him on his return, but I just couldn’t face any more.
I went to see Jake Thackray at The Stables in Wavendon. It would’ve been late on in his career - around mid-90s. I loved his stuff. Lyrically so clever, that guttural, gritty delivery and his peculiarly brilliant guitar style.
Unfortunately, things didn’t turn out as I’d expected. He was standing in the auditorium with Cleo Laine pre-concert - mingling. He was wearing a blazer, shirt and tie and cream slacks. I was a good ten feet away, so cannot be sure, but it looked like he had a significantly sized wet stain around the flies area, so this rang the first alarm bell, with the concern that he wasn’t shooting straight in the urinals.
The actual performance rang the second one. The guitar sounded out of tune, he was struggling to make it through the songs vocally, and I wondered if he’d make it through to the interval, so unsteady was his performance. I just wish I’d seen him in his heyday - mid to late ‘60s, when he was so brilliant.
The interval came, and then wife and me just had to leave. Being seated not far from the front, I felt guilty about the two empty seats he’d see before him on his return, but I just couldn’t face any more.
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