Steve Lawson gig tonight

Tonight my brother Eddie and I will see solo bassist (and current lodger) Steve Lawson in concert (Bass: the Final Frontier) at C Central (Venue 54) on North Bridge at 11:15 pm. As well as his usual solo, looped, jazz bass magic and razor-like banter, Steve also has ex-Pink Floyd bassist Guy Pratt playing with him this evening.

I got a phone call from Steve about an hour ago asking for a favour: could I bring a guitar lead for Guy, as he’s borrowing one of Steve’s basses but he doesn’t have any spare leads!

Wow! My guitar cable being used by an ex-Pink Floyd bassist! I should rightfully sell it on eBay in the morning! Eddie suggested that I should also take along a Pink Floyd album for him to sign, but that it should be one of the Floyd albums that he didn’t play on, like Wish You Were Here. But with that kind of connection (signing an album by a band that you used to play with, but you’re not playing on) Eddie should just get his wife Rebecca to sign it. The connection: Rebecca is married to Eddie, whose brother Gareth (that’s me) is hosting Steve Lawson who is tonight playing a gig with Guy Pratt who used to play with Pink Floyd.

Brilliant! Six degrees of separation autographing! The whole celebrity thing is nonsense anyway, and gets more ludicrous by the year. Forget celebrities, just get ordinary people with a tenuous, six-degrees connection to sign your stuff!

I think it could catch on.

Still following…

Peter didn’t get the archaeology job in Perth; he heard by phone this morning. I was standing at the sink in the kitchen doing the dishes (I thought it would make a change from doing the dishes standing at the sink in the dining room!) while Peter lurked in the doorway.

“This is the worst bit,” said Peter, “the waiting!”
“I know,” I sympathized.
“But just because they phoned early last time (Peter had applied for a job in Perth a few months ago, and came second) it doesn’t mean that they’ll phone early this time.”

And right on cue, just as he had said that, the mobile phone in his hands began to ring. Peter answered it and wandered through to the living room for some privacy.

He returned to the kitchen a few minutes later. “Bugger!” He didn’t get the job. He’d come second again. I felt for him. I’d hoped the other day that by today we both might have had a clearer idea about our future paths, but it wasn’t to be. We’ll just have to continue to follow God, quietly and closely.