January 2017

[Seafront Plodder]

bubbles-fuelled night with Mr Jools Holland and local Blues Fusion sensation, Rag and Bone Man.

Ah yes, Rag 'n' Bone Man.

Some 4 years ago Claire and I went to a gig at that well know music metropolis, Framfield Village Hall. We were drawn there by the delightful Southern Nights, but the undercard was this enormous, beardy, tattooed bear of a man named Rory Graham. He lumbered up onto stage with his battered old guitar, sat down, started fumbling around with his mic and generally faffed around trying to get comfortable - no mean feat on a small wooden stool. Then he began to sing.

Claire and I exchanged glances, man he was amazing. It was a soulful blues number about losing your pa to whiskey or something, but that didn't matter. We were struck dumb by his voice; a sort of Joe Cocker rasp mixed with BB King charisma.

So glad he's 'made it', well deserved.