A bit like my weekend

A group of guerrilla artists decided to grant a nobody band one night of stardom. They decided to create the Best Gig Ever as an act of planned improv. A band chosen almost at random suddenly got the benefit of house full of manic fans–I love this idea.

That is pretty much how I felt during my Saturday night show at the Jazz Festival in Cork this weekend. Not to blow my own horn (yes we had a sax player), but we went down a bomb to a packed house who roared for more at the end. Always gratifying.

It made for such a change from playing to reasonably indifferent drunkards who request The Gambler and Ride On with astonishing consistency and forcefulness.

To those who attended: thank you; to those who missed it: it was luminous.