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Wednesday, April 1st, 2015 01:49 pm
As advertised, my friend Dave and I went to see The Enid last night.

For those who don’t know, The Enid are a progressive rock* band who trace their history back to the early 1970s. The band was started by Robert John Godfrey, who was a collaborator with the band Barclay James Harvest back in the day.

The show was at the Union Chapel in Islington, which is about three quarters of an hour from where I live. I’d never heard of this venue until Dave told me we were going there, but it turns out to be a Congregational chapel built in the 19th century.

Dave learned from FB that it appeared that they were opening the balcony. Dave is phobic about heights and I’m not good at stairs, so Dave rang the venue and asked that we be allocated seats downstairs. This turned out beautifully, we were given seats in the third row, at the end of a row. Brilliant! I noticed they’d done the same for two people in wheelchairs and a few other people who were mobility challenged.** Score one for that venue.

The concert itself was fantastic. I’ve seen The Enid before, and they always surprise and never disappoint, but this show was the best I’ve ever seen them. For one thing they’ve acquired a new singer, a bloke called Joe Payne. He’s…amazing. It was a very different concert than the time Dave and I saw them in Birmingham with an orchestra and a choir a couple of years ago, and on the whole I preferred it.

Dave can identify which songs they did and from which albums. I can’t. I know when I’ve heard a song before, but not usually which album it came from. He can sometimes tell when they last played that song in concert, which is well impressive. And The Enid is not the only band he follows, it’s one of a very large number.

Back to Joe Payne. One song they did that I can name is, “Something Wicked This Way Comes”, from the album of the same name. I’ve heard the song before, many times obviously because it’s on the album and also because they’ve played it in concert, but last night’s presentation of it was absolutely marvellous. The versions I’ve heard before had Robert John singing, and he’s good, but Joe Payne is breathtaking. I’ve heard singers playing leading roles in musicals who were not as good as Joe; watch that guy, if raw talent is any indication, he’s going to be big.

Anyway, you can find a video on YouTube here: https://youtu.be/gXOvyfLsQMI of Something Wicked and Dark Hydraulic. Not as good as being there, but gives you an idea.



*Progressive rock is that area of rock where rock meets symphonic music.
** Enid fans are getting older. Many were obviously my age and I’m 52.
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Tuesday, October 18th, 2011 12:28 pm
I had an interesting weekend; I went up to see the Aged P. on Friday. She was in fine fettle for a woman confined to bed, but tried to tell me that up until her long stay in hospital last year, she'd been "quite spry".

Bollocks, mother dear. (I didn't tell her in quite those words.) I can remember back to Christmas 1997, which is just after Dad died, when she and I went on holiday to Benidorm and she was using two sticks to get around in the hotel and if we went out she was in a wheelchair which only just fit in the hotel lift. Not long afterwards she started to use a three wheeled walker and has just got weaker since. In short, she hasn't been 'spry' since about 1995.

Her memory's going a bit, too. She said she can't remember what Dad looked like – this despite the fact that there's a picture of him over the end of her bed, just where she can see him.

The Enid

On Saturday I travelled to Birmingham to see a band I've liked since the early 1980's called "The Enid".

I love The Enid to little tiny minty balls, and this concert totally lived up to expectations. It was at Birmingham Symphony Hall - which has painfully narrow seats for someone as fat as me but is a splendid venue in all other ways.

They had a full orchestra (the City of Birmingham Symphony Orchestra) and a full choir and a conductor who wasn't Robert John Godfrey. This meant that the music had a slightly different sound – it was interesting to hear it interpreted by someone else and with a wider range of instruments than one normally hears. At times the orchestra was in the background of the sounds, and sometimes it was right there at the forefront. I've signed up for the CD of the concert, which should be interesting.

RJG didn't look well at all; I gathered from my friend Dave (who'd arranged the tickets – thanks Dave!) that Robert had had an accident of some kind and had broken his leg. As a result, he was on crutches. But it wasn't just that he was on crutches that made him look unwell – he looked grey even from where we were sitting.

It also had Alan Moore dressed as Dumbledore reading a poem about the history of the gay liberation movement – which could have done with being about five minutes shorter. Honestly, it did slightly outstay its welcome, as a couple of the audience pointed out somewhat vociferously towards the end. As for why it was there, perhaps curiously Dave and I both had a similar thought about there always being a part in a show for the producer's girlfriend. I mention this because it was an odd thing that we both thought of the quote, not because I intend to insinuate anything about anyone connected with the concert.

In short, brilliant concert; loved it to death but could have done with less of the talky bloke in the robe.