Claymore (Vic.) Flying Saucer Club, Friday 8 March 2013

Claymore (Vic.)
Image by Andre Elhay Photography

Claymore Live

The Flying Saucer Club

Claymore are playing at:

The Flying Saucer Club
4 St Georges Road. Elsternwick, Victoria

Friday 8 March 2013

From the presser:

Claymore’s reputation as outstanding entertainers has led them to perform at many local and international festivals, they have performed in New York, Scotland, France at the “Festival Interceltique“, the largest Celtic festival in the world many times, New Zealand, Sydney, Melbourne, Launceston (Tasmania), National Celtic Festival, Port Fairy Folk Festival, Queenscliff Music Festival, Big Blues Day Out, Perth International Arts Festival, Brunswick Music Festival and many more.

The band has played many live radio and television performances in Australia and overseas. 

With a mixture of traditional Scottish and Irish music and modern self penned Celtic rock the band represents the best of new age Folk Music.

Through a diverse and unique mix of sound’s featuring guitar, mandolin, fiddle, military snare, the highland bagpipes and even a didgeridoo, it is little wonder Claymore are one of Australia’s most popular festival acts.  A not to be missed extravaganza.

 

Claymore are one of the first bands to spark my interest in folk music. Unless you count that village fair in Surrey in 1979 where I first experienced Morris Dancing (and have been in therapy ever since).

But in the modern era, it was the Beechworth Celtic Festival in 2001 and I had been taken there by my squeeze of the time and we had a mighty fine weekend. It was where I first saw Jigzag, The Beenies and Bahn Tré.

And Claymore.

Nothing was ever quite the same after that, even if it did take another three and a half years to distil the experience and step over the threshold of the National Folk Festival in Canberry for the very first time. My ninth is coming up this month.

It was wonderful to see Claymore perform in Queanberra last Saturday as I prepared to leave the city of my birth for good.

I’ve been lobbying William Hutton and co. to come here for about four and a half years since I had the great pleasure of being the band’s MC at the Guinness Tent at Maldon Folk Festival to a heaving, throbbing and bobbing crowd. That they were here near the nation’s capital just before I’m folking off for the rest of my naturals was a dream come true.

Claymore
Image by Wicked Rock Photography

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Overheard Productions is getting its mojo working — but slowly and incrementally

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Sometimes you can end up in the right place at the right time.
Tote bag by Laneway . There are signatures on the back. This was a gift in return for me doing an interview with them back around about the time King Arthur was rounding the corners on his meeting table.

When I get more than five minutes on a QWERTY keyboard again*, I’m going to change some titles and move files around so the categories are a little more predictable and meaningful.

* At the time of writing, I could not predict it would take 25 days before my fingers touched a keyboard again. In that time, I did not have any consistent access to an IBM/PC QWERTY system.

As I write this, I’ve been 14 months with no PC to call my own. Think you’ve got tech troubles? Walk a mile in my moccasins.

You might have come here for a music blog and found a middle-aged man, wringing his hands over the cruel world in which he make his way, with a pure-ish heart (mostly harmless) and the best of the good intentions.

So my brooding, insightful, musings on the vagaries of existence are going to where all self-indulgent dross lives: Tumblr! [That was the plan.]

By way of a hopeful transition, I share this insight I had at 3.30am on Tuesday morning (yikes, what date? Tuesday 5 February 2013, maybe?) on Cronulla Beach.

I’d woken in the night, afflicted by niggling self-doubts, and all those concerns that come with the struggle to satisfying the basics of good old Maszlo and the bottom tier of his triangle.

I’d given away any thought of more sleep that early morning, and was driving towards a 24hr club for a cup of coffee, bright lights, and whatever sport was on TV.

But halfway down the Kingsway to my destination, I felt that pull of the moon and the sea — it’s gotten stronger since 2005 and gets stronger day by day.

So I turned YIGgy the Econo-Battle Van around and headed down to Cronulla Beach, the scene of an existential incident from last week

I’m still processing this one.

Diving through the water’s surface after a fast-disappearing 15 year old Chinese national. With the help of his Dad who finally sensed the danger, we got to him, and the young bloke started Year 11 in the Shire the next day.

I was getting out of the van in the dark, thinking about the cruelness of some, and FFS why ARE people so unkind?

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