A little over two weeks on and I finally feel like I have recovered from That Week! It was an absolute delight to perform with Joan Armatrading for four nights. Aside from just loving every second that I was on the stage, I was lucky enouh to meet some lovely people - who knew that Joan's fans would be so welcoming and supportive? I had a flavour of this when I supported her back in October, but nothing could have prepared me for the, well, outpouring of support and praise from the crowds at Edinburgh, Arbroath, Aberdeen and Glasgow, in particular. I've never experienced anything like it before - suffice to say I was feeling the love!
I had planned to blog along the way during the four days on the road. Unfortunately, I was absolutely choked with man-flu and couldn't even bring myself to open my laptop. I'm sure anything I wrote would have been drivel anyway... If it wasn't for my Dad driving me around for the first two days, I doubt I'd have made it to Arbroath or Aberdeen - I'd have been upside down over an embankment somewhere up the A9. I could barely keep my eyes open or form a coherent thought. I managed to muster myself for my performances and just scraped the Glasgow show before I lost my voice completely. It was tough, but thanks to all of the audiences and the support of Joan and her amazing team, I did it and I reckon I rocked their socks, if I do say so myself! Such was the response in Glasgow, I took the liberty of snapping a quick photo of the audience for posterity...
I mentioned that my Dad joined me for the first couple of days. He is retired now and so free to do frivolous things like driving his ditzy daughter around the country to sing in front of strangers. It's funny, I don't think he had ever heard me sing in what he would consider a "proper" venue before. Of course, he's been there loads of times when I have sung in pubs and clubs, but so rarely do I get to take to stages of the calibre of those I got to play on with Joan, this was a real eye-opener.
Even with all the big shows I have played in the past, until now, my parents haven't really seen first hand the reaction I can get from an audience. I doubt my Mum ever will - she admits that she just gets too nervous when I perform. Which is fine, I completely understand - and she is always pleased to know I am doing well and hear about it afterwards. But Dad does like to be in the thick of it and it was a joy to see his wee face light up when he saw the venues, sat through the soundchecks, was able to walk about backstage and be part of the whole operation. Not one to shirk hard work, Dad set about looking after my merch for the first two nights, which was a great help considering I felt like a burst couch. I think I might have to pay him next time!
So now that is over, I need to keep the momentum going and focus on moving forward. I am working on securing some festival performances for the summer - watch this space! I also have shows coming up with Kevin Montgomery and Eleanor McAvoy, details coming soon. All this, and finishing off the last couple of tracks for the new album. Time is marching on, September (and studio time!) will be here before I know it... And I can't wait!
Anyway, that's all for now - look at the time! My Easter Monday is nearly over and not a dish washed... Happy Easter, folks!
Love A x