Posted By starbelgrade on 28 Feb 2008 3:12 AM
The programme last night was s**te. A plumpy, spotty Sinead O'Connor singing about "Jah" (she must be hanging round with Damien Dempsey too much), some hippy chick with a nasty spot whining on an acoustic, Juno Fucking Falls with the most pretentious, Jeff Buckley rip-off dross I've heard in ages, a bunch of nordie rockers singing about joining a baptist church (wtf?!), and an oul crusty american blues dude, who in fairness was the shows only redemption - and not for his generic, repetitive blues s**te, but his inter-song banter which provided the only relief in the 40 mins of pain.
i enjoyed seasick steve and the answer. yer woman playing the left-handed guitar, was that not some kind of like indian stone or something? a spot would have been better though.
sinead o'connor, dear-i-o, poor. going for that wee woman with a big manly jumbo guitar. she couldnt reach around to strum it right, she grated the strings strumming sideways....grrrrrate
PQ