Some moments in life are so wonderfully off kilter and off the cuff that you cannot help but smile at the situation they surround. Tea in hand at the Everyman Theatre, tape recorder ready and a barrage of thoughts on how to talk to a man who has made the art of the interview a joy to behold in modern times, Peter Gabriel’s seminal solo song Games Without Frontiers comes over the building’s P.A. Knowing that Mike Neary is a huge fan of early Genesis and knowing that he is listening to the intelligently written lyrics with the same appreciation and thought that he prides himself upon when listening to any of the major interviews he conducts for Gemma Aldcroft’s and Karen Podesta’s hugely well produced Little Atoms company in St. George’s Hall, puts me at ease. After all it can be a daunting task interviewing somebody who in a media driven society stands aloft and above 99 percent of interviewers concerned.
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Mersey Wylie, Gig Review. Palm Sugar, Liverpool.
mersey wylie at Palm Sugar, Liverpool. Photograph by Ian D. Hall.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10
Sunday evenings can be a time of reflection, the chance to catch up on some time alone reading from a stack of books that you keep putting off, or even plunging head first into the afterthought of dish cleaning and ironing whilst one eye is on whatever the television companies believe you can cope with and allowing one side of your brain to doze off in bliss ahead of what passes for another week of toil.
Laura James, Gig Review. Palm Sugar, Liverpool.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 7 ½ / 10
There can be no doubting the utter class in Laura James’ voice when she sings as she simply radiates warmth and musical sincerity when she performs.
In Palm Sugar on a Sunday afternoon in which the wind had finally blown away the dark clouds that had got in the way to an extent of a tremendous Liverpool Pride the day before, the sound of Laura James’ voice carried out past the expensive decorative windows and out onto Chavasse Park. Looking out of one of the windows it was possible to see an elderly lady reminisce at the sound of Ms. James’ second set of the afternoon and see her fix on a point in time in which music carried all before it, in the days when numerous and in some cases insidious so called talent shows spat young gifted performers out or swallowed them in the hope of producing pound signs.