June 20, 2013

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    The amazing Mike Dawes was at No Black

    Tie tonight and played an incredible two sets.

     

    Was initially bummed at going alone but Arief

    was there, as were Nigel and Rendra’s younger

    siblings Hameer and Kaiyisha. The usuals all

    ended up present, so for a brief moment that

    bit of familiarity made me feel at home again.

    (Thank you, No Black Tie.)

     

    I remember putting up a post in 2008 at

    my first chance encounter with Eric Roche.

    In the accompanying video to the post he

    played a percussive acoustic cover of ‘She

    Drives Me Crazy’ by Fine Young Cannibals.

     

    My first thought: “Oh my God! It’s Jesus

    playing percussive guitar!” (He did look it.)

     

    Same deja vu feeling tonight with Mike.

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    Selingan:

     

    [To my claims of Jesus on percussive

    guitar, Abang once replied cheekily:

     

    "Jesus was a very underrated guitarist.

    But his career was cut short when they

    nailed both his hands to the cross and

    stuck a spear in his side. God may have

    resurrected him, but then changed his

    mind - can't be having rock stars dying

    and coming back to life now. How else

    could you profit from the marketing

    rights and cult status? ... And that,

    folks, was how religion was born."

     

    "Geez, Abang."

     

    (Sambung tirade)

    "Jesus died in his twenties.

    So did Jimi, Janis, and Jim. 

    Coincidence? I think not.

    .. 'Cept Amy Winehouse.

    That was just a fluke."]

     

    End selingan.

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    The unassuming slacker turned up in a

    ratty old t-shirt and straggly hair, and

    I instantly thought - Roche! Schwingg!

     

    Like Az Samad, Mike tends to dance all

    around the stage as he plucks, strums 

    and hits his way through his songs. 

    Nothing can beat Az’s cute frogdance,

    naturally, but Mike’s saucy Irish jigs 

    has a special place in my heart.

     

    You look at the way these guys jam

    out onstage, completely immersed

    in the music they create from those

    six strings of steel – it’s like magic.

     

    And as much as I fell in love with Mike’s

    music tonight I came home wanting to

    listen to Erich Roche again and again.

     

    I leave this post with the only recording

    I’ve ever found of this gorgeous cover.

     

    Put this on while getting ready for work.

    You might just be going out the front door

    with a much lighter step and a wider smile.

     

    Thanks for this, Mr. Roche. Rest in peace.

     

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