Hi All,Am working up a two-part story called AT THE CROSSROADS, based on 1999 encounters backstage and partying at the Byron Bay Blues Festival with Jon Spencers Blues Explosion and R.L. Burnside (sadly gone from us) in Australia.Hope you are going to like it. Do stay tuned folks, as they say in the commercials!
To tell you the truth, it wasn’t easy. Holly Throsby, long, black-haired, long-handed and feminine in this particularly intelligent way, seems to open up and close down, enthusiastic at one moment, then politely, decisively, no.Her record On Night might well be mistaken for one of a slew of female singer-songwriter releases now about, but hers is a real achievement: lyrically way ahead of the p.
Maybe it’s his hands. The claw-like tremble, as if he’s half holding, half stirring something inside himself. Or his halo of brown curly hair, flopping down to half-hide half-frame an oddly sensitive smile. Certainly it’s his voice, which brings to mind the otherworldly tenderness of Nick Drake and baritone flashes of early ‘70s David Bowie: the idealism, almost, of another time we may hav