Visitors of Kevin,

The many pieces of paper stuffed into my book fall to the floor again. They list things that have gone before and make the book swell. Amongst them is a ticket to King Creosote, Withered Hand and Rozi Plain at Tigerfest, Carnegie Hall, Dunfermline. It was a great evening of music.

I arrived midway through Rozi Plain’s set. Police cars lined my route, they were obviously waiting to intercept some crook. It wasn’t me. Rozi gave a lovely performance that was fitting of the beautiful venue. Her songs are quite poetic, wistful and melancholic in their narrative. The combination of her soothing voice, delicate guitar and sensitive violin was quite a treat for my beleaguered brain.

Next up was Withered Hand. I consider myself privileged to have heard what I heard at this time and in quite an intimate venue because surely he is destined for greater things where tickets are harder to come by. In one song, Withered Hand can be everything; observational, witty, topical, touching, introspective and more. His genius is in inclusiveness through openess and imagery. I ran home and bought the album, or something like that.

His first song was I am Nothing. Brilliant at the time and as I listen again, I pick up on this line. I think I’ve spent this year being examined, I’m now very conscious of it. We all make judgements of people but I’ve realised that eventually we have to come sort of understanding.

We’ve all got things that make us evil, we’ve all got things that make us cool.
Trying to see the world in your way…

King Creosote headlined the evening. I’ve seen King Creosote many times and every set is different and filled with special moments. He never disappoints. This time he was by himself, although he was later joined by an pal from the Skuobhie Dubh Orchestra on percussion. By himself, he can fill the room with his accordion alone and I was once again in awe of Leslie. It’s such a captivating song that can swing its listener round and down.

On the way home, I played the radio too loud but it was Roll Up Your Sleeves by We Were Promised Jetpacks. At such a volume, I lost my proud record of being the first car to pull over to let an ambulance past but my immaculate use of mirrors ensured that the patient was given the best chance.