It’s Tuesday, fill your boots!
As has been mentioned before Tuesday night is often ‘Interesting market bar day’. By interesting that doesn’t mean the other days are not, however it’s usually acts that aren’t necessarily on the radar locally; a fun lottery.
I’m well fed, well; fed. There was a lot of food and I’m not about to dissect the quality of someone else’s cooking, so, I’ll just stop there. Tomorrow I’ll do something with some sexy vegetables and whatever is in the yellow sticker zone of whatever supermarket I’m near.
Sexy veg-like carrots that have interesting appendages, and the like. I mean I’ll cook with them, I realise saying I’ll do something with sexy vegetables with appendages tomorrow could come across wrong. Or maybe I’m overthinking it. There was context to the vegetable statement, though I could see how things taken out of context could look bad.
So off I toddled.
I didn’t bother checking the billing before arriving, but I got in early enough to prepare for whatever was on from 10:30 pm. Tonight’s performer on the chalkboard showed Pete Gavin. Beautifully written too I might add.
Pete Gavin. Was that two different people, Pete and Gavin, like the next day’s billing of Fergus and Greg? I did a bit of ‘research’ and found this guy.
Then I looked at him on YouTube.
Then I felt a bit let down.
A 71-year-old Blues player from London. Laandaon.
Blues can be good, but you tend to get a fair whack of it from a couple of the session musicians that come into the bar, and do it well, but there’s an added feel of soul from them.
We will review them properly at some point. It’s difficult to objectively review something you see often though, although subjective objectivity is what we’re all about at bastardwordiness.thenettle.scot, so we’ll figure something out.
So back to Pete Gavin. There was a temptation to not bother reviewing, the videos were not inspiring, but we’d been in a bit of a hiatus for various reasons, so I decided I’d grind it out.
Either he’s got hold of the time stone from Dr. Strange. (pop culture reference but it should be fairly obvious), he’s had a face transplant, or he’s a different Pete Gavin. I was slightly less scunnered. Then a microphone appeared. It was gold. Was this about to be some sort of Beyonce tribute act? Probably not.
Pete sits down with his guitar and opens with a joke at the expense of the very recently ex-Home Secretary, Amber Rudd. We like this, and it immediately begins the building of a good repertoire with my fellow barflies.
He starts off the first song, a softly spoken number, with the pace of Belle and Sebastian’s Sleep the Clock Around (the verses for those that know it) but the melody was definitively different. Unlike that song, the vocals amplified and the song evolved. Pete at this point seems well enunciated, with a nice voice to listen to. This was definitely not the namesake on the Tube of You’s that I’d searched for earlier – note to self, be careful with Facebook tagging.
Pete also goes by the name of Kayulta, which explains the false positives when looking for performing artist Pete Gavin earlier.
The next song, I’ve noted, was a song either called “Sometimes” or containing a hook that involves the word ‘Sometimes’. It doesn’t mention how frequently sometimes is, but I’m assuming it’s more than never and less than always. It was a very likable upbeat song.
Disappointingly, he introduced his loop pedal. Let me try that again. I was disappointed with the introduction of the loop pedal. Not because it was a loop pedal, or because I’m some sort of cantankerous old traditionalist. I love the use of loop pedals, as referenced in previous reviews, which you can see elsewhere on the site, and that I’m too lazy to link to, but you can click on Wooley Dermal on the page and see all my other mumblings. Or just explore, there’s a range of writing styles on here.
No, I was disappointed because he introduced it with the name Red Sheeran. If you read my review of Newton Faulkner, I ripped into Ed a bit from memory. But I’ll let him off, the music tonight was good.
The craic with the growing audience was good, one of which noticed the unusual electric guitar that was being played, a Telecaster with three pickups and a kill switch. It transpired that our man makes guitars too, and the short insight was interesting for the geek in me.
There’s not literally a geek in me, it’s not that kind of bar, and the kill switch was to mute the pickups, rather than for dealing with an unappreciative crowd.
We were given a cover of Black Magic Woman which also showed off the fantastic guitar sound. These sort of smooth tunes are exactly what is needed on a Tuesday evening.
This was followed by an ‘off the cuff’ example of the loop pedal in action, which you can see below.
The bobbily head man, David Gray, was covered next. The cover was sans bobbing throughout the Babylon rendition though, which proves there is no value-add with the bobbles. I had likened the song and singer of the original to that of a chicken walking. Was playing the song forcing head movements, like a chicken’s tendons force the head to surge forward. Apparently not.
The myth-busting bobble song was followed up by one which would be presumed to be called “ Soulless Jack why you coming back”. (We’re not ‘press release’ folk, so we don’t get a setlist, and this site has the potential to be a highland collection of misheard lyrics.) It had an upbeat feel of David Gray.
The notes become messy at this point, the crappy phone being used to record them had a freak out and updated itself.
My handwriting in the dark is roughly about as coherent as someone who’s been shut in a box for six months then being shouted at to explain what’s happened whilst they were gone, in six words or less.
The notes were as follows:
Sounded like Gray, so there that.
perhaps because he was playing one.
No, it’s not. He mention’s it’s Gray-like, but that’s fine, David Gray is like a taxi driver now. Actually, maybe this was a David Gray song.
I think I was attempting to establish the author of the song, and noting comments from tonight’s performer. That’s the best guess. There was also some unique shimmy dancing from one of the patrons, which distracted and confused the situation.
Phone crisis over & normal service resumed.
The crowd was involved, enjoying the experience and chilled out. Cover songs always provide a nice ambiance to the bar but the interesting comes out of the self-produced work.
It’s a good sign for a set when the audience is keen to hear the artist’s original compositions. Which they vocalised. The shouts were obliged with another of Pete’s own with a folky feel.
Billowingly, clear vocals featured with that one, a good show off of his range.
Throughout the night there was a peppering of covers, such as REM, the aforementioned Fleetwood Mac cover and U2’s Stay, which is from the era when U2 weren’t shite. Coincidentally perhaps, the year after the album ‘Stay’ features on is the year that Bono started wearing sunglasses all the time. Did glaucoma make Bono a twat? Maybe.
More original work was requested. This was consensus too, not just one drunken fella in the corner shouting out, as can often happen. Two more were given, followed by a bit of background about of himself. He gave an account of living in Belfast and the ability to utilise accents to get through some situations. I won’t recount the story here, go see him and you might hear about it. The point is that there are some really nice stories peppered throughout Pete’s show, which goes a long way to making a good night. That doesn’t mean it works for every artist, and in some artists cases, a long tale can be tantamount to self-harm inducing, but Pete was charismatic, his anecdotes were good, and it worked.
The last pre-encore song was ‘Perfect Day’, followed by the final tune.
Again one of his own, which featured a two-second rest within the track. At the point of the rest, the pub’s phone rang. Perfectly in time with the rhythm of the song, amazing timing and almost mystical.
Pete’s a good spirit, and this is what bar music should be. If you see his name on a billing, or Kayulta’s, indulge your senses with a fine experience.
We went to Johnny Foxes after that. It was shit. The end.
Pete was actually a replacement for the original billing; Mahadev. He’s a French spiritual pop singer, and yoga fan. I’m sure we’ll get the chance to catch in the future. It sounds review worthy anyway.