Not Knitting

I posted a clip recently of Nick Lowe singing I Knew the Bride When She Used to Rock and Roll, because I'm going to see him this week. Actually, I didn't set out to see him, he just happens to be playing with Ry Cooder, who is my guitar god.



This is him in 1982 (not 1981). Bobby King on backing vocals in the red shirt. A wonderfully hammy pop song, just what the chap in Noel Coward's Private Lives meant when he talked about the potency of cheap music. I saw him on that tour, and all the other times he played in London.

I wish the BBC would release more of the Old Grey Whistle Test stuff.



Ry and Nick have played together before, on John Hiatt's Bring the Family and in a band called Little Village.



I saw John Hiatt perform with Ry once. (Yes, I've reached the stage where I can remember the line-up of bands I saw 20 years ago, but not what I had for lunch yesterday.)



Will I be taking my knitting? I don't think so.