This Is This

Last night’s concert was great, by the way.

You’ll know, if you’ve read here some, that I’m kind of a James Taylor fan.

I walked right into the VIP lounge at half-time, too, despite being either V or I. This was great because instead of fag burns and tins of Carling, it was all leather sofas and red wine. But it was in Hammersmith so it cancels out.

The show was understated with JT and a piano player and that’s it, so it was good to hear the songs in their most simple form. If I’ve heard a better performance of Carolina In My Mind, I’d happily stand corrected.

The crowd was warm and reverential, which suited the nature of the show. When the few people (guilty) sang quietly along to Sweet Baby James, the ssss sss whissspersss to “deep greens and blues are the colours I choose” reminded me of the church throng mumblings about tresspasses.

I can say that, having already been to heaven.

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