No Sissy

Did I tell you I love Hawksley Workman? Not here, and probably not since about 2004 I reckon. But lo, I tell you now, I love Hawksley Workman. Even if I found out his real name is Ryan Corrigan - gutted.

Just what has brought about this volte-face, you may wonder? Simply: an evening with the man himself. I saw him play with his pianist Mr Lonely at the Borderline on Saturday and he was possibly the best thing I've seen since Sleater-Kinney (to the uninitiated, this is the highest form of praise). Unlike the usual crap I go and watch, Mr Workman is actually a musician! Imagine Jeff Buckley if he didn't faff around so much, add humour and bloat, and you have Hawskley. He can play his tunes and sing with his lovely voice so well that he can stop his songs and give us little skits to keep us smiling in the middle. He does requests too, so we got all the hits. It felt unusually communal (perhaps churchlike) at the gig - very polite, lots of singing along and fit Canadians in check shirts. Hott. So, next time he tours, likely 2010 at his usual rate, let's get down there!

If I had the skills I would insert a link to an MP3 here. But I don't, so you will have to be patient.

If I had the skills, I would have inserted a picture of Hawksley, taken on my digital camera, if I had one that worked in the dark, from the gig in question.

If I had the skills, I would insert a hyperlink behind Hawksley's name, taking you to his website. This would also be aided by him having a website that wasn't full of his new album.

For now, needs must, and I will leave you only with these conclusions:
Hawksley Workman is great
My blogging is not
If Hawksley can get better, so can the blog!

In the beginning...

This is my blog.

The question: Is my life interesting enough for me to sustain a blog?
The challenge: Make my life interesting enough to sustain a blog
The result: A blog

Progress: Blog started. Links edited. Posting underway.

Verdict: Ace