Sunday, 1 November 2009
An old paramour and I once decided that buying tickets to a gig doesn't mean you actually have to go. You are buying the option, not the obligation. (OK, he is a very lazy person, and we'd had a few glasses of wine and were comfortable on the sofa, and the gig in question was free jazz.) Anyway, tonight I very nearly didn't go to see José Feliciano, as I was cosily ensconced in my flat (see post below). But I went, as I also decided you have to go and see these people while you have the chance.
You don't need me to tell you that the man is a legend. And he was great tonight. Major moments were when he opened with Ain't No Sunshine, and covers of Billie Jean (RIP MJ) and The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face. His voice was really powerful although he looked a bit frail. And he played some really lovely unaccompanied accoustic guitar. His banter was brilliant too; he was on well chirpy form. (Maybe I misremembered about last time I saw him.) He was going on about drinking guinness and smoking reefers, and referring to himself as Funky José. And why not, eh?
[I love this clip. Some good tootly scatting half way through. José playing Ain't No Sunshine on The Englebert Humperdinck Show in 1972.]