Glenn Tilbrook – 26 August 2004, Mr Kyps Poole

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KayJay says:

7 March 2010 at 4:35 pm

Review written the day after….
I took the long and winding road down to Mr. Kyps last night, along with my long-suffering daughter; suddenly realised after seeing Glenn and the Fluffers at Ross-on-Wye that I hadn’t seen a solo gig in over a year. Was it worth the two-hour trek along tortuous roads? You bet!!
First bit of news for those whose lives revolve around such things…..he’s had his hair cut! Not short short but much tidier, and out of his face. Glenn seemed amused when I told him that his haircut would be hot news on the list! Fashion report…..black Chet Baker tee, black jeans with
fashionably holey knees, blue trainers.
OK, that’s over. Support for the evening was the excellent Darren Nauendorf (or some such spelling) who my daughter suggests may have been the support last time we saw Glenn solo at Southampton last year. Glenn was as always just fantastic, I do love the solo shows for their spontaneity….we even had a chap called Nathan (or was it Nigel?) get up and sing Cool for Cats,
as Glenn refused to sing it himself. Set, if you can call it that, in no particular order: Pulling Mussels, Some Fantastic Place, Ray and Me, Another Nail, Piccadilly, When the Hangover Strikes, Parallel World, Randy Newman, Genitalia, Red Dragon Tattoo, Is That Love, Hourglass, Annie, Goodbye Girl, Neptune (with Glenn telling of the years of hatred between himself and Chris after the breakup that led to the writing of such a bitter song….though he said they’re seeing each other weekly now), Tempted, Hostage, Untouchable. I may have forgotten a few. Lots of songs I’d have liked to hear went unplayed….but with such a huge back catalogue to draw on plus two fine albums of his own it’s bound to happen. Hardly any covers either…the days of the pub entertainer are over it seems.
Managed to get a chat (and a hug or two!!) at the end of the show, he was as always gracious to hangers-on like myself, it’s lovely to be recognised even if he can’t put a name to the face; then I wended (?) my way back home with Squeeze blaring from the cassette player to keep me awake….only just successful, I could have done with a couple of matchsticks for the last half
hour or so. Maybe I should have listened to Glenn and stayed over in Poole….

I’m getting too old for this!!

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