Sol Volatile and Jane Taylor

Well, pass me the sol volatile because I need it.

Firstly has Mrs Jackanapes decided to leave the blog-she may be replaced by an equally awesome foil, I do not know, but I want it recorded here, that I really appreciate and love her wicked sense of humour, her wit and her raw satire, and will miss our foiling. I'm sure the blog will change its nature now, but I hope it will still be as entertaining!

Secondly, I had the pleasure and honour to see Jane Taylor (see previous entry) performing live on stage in front of about 50 people-almost a private viewing! When music is that good, its not enough to say "that was good, wasn't it?" so I'm going to try and take it further than that:-

Jane's singing is awesome, there is no doubt about it, but it is not necessarily the delicious quality of singing the achieves the stunning effect. The music runs along the top, yet underneath is a silent still connection that runs through all the players. That connection fills the room as incense. She is not in the room per say when she sings, but there were times in the set when she was set deep at the base of the song. She wasn't singing, the song was singing itself, and she was letting the quality and sense of the song run through her. Those are the times she blows me away, and I struggle to keep composure.

Lyrics, like poetry are born in the furnace of experience. Initially they can be raw and extremely private. The process of transforming them from a personal experience into an artwork, without losing that sense of passion is a long hard road, and one which is not always successful. The challenge is to retain all the passion in the raw subjective experience in the objective artwork, in order for the work to resonate with other humans. Jane does this magnificently

To top it all, I got to buy the band a drink, recommended somewhere half decent to eat an evening meal, had an uninterrupted chat afterwards and give her a farewell peck on the cheek.

This is a Blue which has had a happy day, but who will miss his dear foil, Mrs Jackanapes.