The Return Of Vashti Bunyan

The story of Vashti Bunyan must be one of the most romantic in the history of music.I had never heard of her until a few weeks ago when i stumbled across her name on Youtube when i was looking for something else.It was her name that first intrigued me,it was so unusual,it was like a mixture of Russian and English and i immediately thought of John Bunyan who wrote Pilgrims Progress.The song she was singing in the youtube clip was called 'I Want To Be Alone',it wasn't that great.you can see it here if you want-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9yUV80YV_ZE&feature=related

She was very beautiful though and reminded me of Marianne Faithful and the announcer said that she was discovered by the Rolling Stones,so why had i never heard of her?.My curiousity made me look up Vashti Bunyan on Wikipedia and i learned more about this enigmatic girl.It told me that Vashti was born in London in 1945. In the early 1960s, she studied Fine Art and Drawing at Ruskin College Oxford but was expelled because she couldn't decide between art and music. At 18, she travelled to New York and discovered the music of Bob Dylan and decided to become a full-time musician. Returning to London she was discovered by the Stones manager, Andrew Loog Oldham, and, in June 1965, she released her first single, written by Mick and Keef 'Somethings Just Stick In Your Mind', it was backed with her own song 'I Want to Be Alone' which is the song i heard on youtube.

Her early records all flopped and then Vashti turned her back on the city and decided to travel with her boyfriend Robert in a gypsy caravan pulled by a horse called Bess and with a dog called Blue to the Isle Of Skye to join a commune planned by a friend, fellow folk singer Donavon.The epic journey was to take 2 years,stopping along the way to doing casual work and odd jobs to get some money and the occasional gig. During the trip she began writing the songs that eventually became her first album 'Just Another Diamond Day'.At this point i got really interested because her story reminded me of another singer who i have written about previously called Anne Briggs.Also i have always been interested in people who have a brief flirtation with fame and then disappear such as Karen Dalton,Jonathan Kelly and The Trees (see stories below).Reading on i discovered that in 1968 Vashti met the producer Joe Boyd who i have always admired through his work with Fairport Convention and others and in 1969 Vashti made her first album which featured Simon Nicol and Dave Swarbrick from Fairport and also Robin Williamson of the Incredible String Band who i also really like.'The Hangmans Beautiful Daughter', by the ISB is a favourite of mine.The album came out in December 1970 and despite warm reviews it disappeared without trace and so did Vashti.She moved to the Outer Hebrides and then Ireland and spent the next 3 decades in total obscurity, raising her family and looking after animals.
30 long years went by and as the years turned into decades word about her album slowly aquired mythic proportions amongst serious music collectors and gradually the few copies in existance became some of the most sought after items in music.Vashti was totally oblivious to the fact that her work was aquiring a cult following.One copy apparently sold on Ebay for $2,000.Her music reached the ears of a new wave of folk singers such as Devendra Banhart and Joanne Newsom and in 2000 her album was re-released and this time it was noticed by the public and it was acclaimed as a work of genius.Suddenly Vashti had become the god mother of a new genre known as Freak Folk

I had read enough now!.I knew i wouldn't be satisfied until i owned this album..A quick look on ebay and 3 days later the cd plopped onto the carpet through my letterbox.As soon as the opening eponymous song began i knew that i was in the prescence of something rare and precious .As Richard Thompson might say this record is a fine as a beeswing.Vashti's voice is so delicate you feel you could almost blow it away.There is no percussion on this record just tasteful guitar accompanies some tracks and there is some flute,whistle,piano,harp,banjo,mandolin and strings but any more instruments would be intrusive as this album is so intimate you can almost hear Vashti breathing inbetween the lines of the songs.The lyrics have a childlike simplicity and are like nature poems.I think John Clare or William Blake would enjoy this album.I can understand some people wouldn't like the album.If you like rap or heavy metal i dare say you would hate it but if like me you like folky records like Fairport, Nick Drake,String Band,Donavon etc then i think you will love it.The song i am listening to at this very moment 'Come Wind Come Rain' Clippity clops along just like the gypsy caravan,you almost feel like you are on it.

Unlike Annie Briggs who i mentioned earlier who has shown no interest in recording or performing again Vashti seems to welcome her new fame and finally got to record the album that was planned as the follow-up to Diamond Day.It is called 'Lookaftering' and after a 35 year gap since her first album this one was also hailed as a classic.I haven't heard it yet though but i will.Also in 2008 a documentary film was made which retraced Vashti's journey from London to the North of Scotland.It was called 'From Here To Before' and i'll have to watch that if i get the chance.So there you go,that is my story of the return of Vashti Bunyan. Wouldn't it be great if she was on at Glastonbury next year.

 

Vashti Bunyan - Diamond Day

Van Morrisons Christmas Carol

A Christmas Carol


Bob Marley was dead: to begin with.
There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Morrison signed it. And Morrison's name was good for anything he chose to put his hand to. Bob Marley was as dead as a door-nail.Morrison knew he was dead? Of course he did. How could it be otherwise? Morrison! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster. The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shrivelled his cheek, stiffened his gait; made his eyes red, his thin lips blue; and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. A frosty rime was on his head, and on his eyebrows, and his wiry chin. He carried his own low temperature always about with him; he iced his recording studio in the dog-days; and didn't thaw it one degree at Christmas.
It was Christmas Eve outside Wool Hall Studio's.The snow lay deep on the ground and the little match girl had sold no matches all day. Morrison came trudging through the snow.
"Merry Christmas kind sir",said the little match girl,"Would you like to buy a box of matches?"
"Feck off",said Morrison,"Why can't you leave me alone".
Morrison stumbled off down the road.Suddenly, a snowball hit him in the neck and knocked his hat off.
"You miserable old git"shouted the little match girl,"And by the way, you're new album is shite!"
.Van stomped up the new driveway of his mansion,cursing and swearing and entered the house where lovely ex Miss Ireland Michelle was preparing a delicious dinner.
"Hello dear, did you have a nice day?"
"No i didn't "said Van, "Im full of dread, these deadbeats don't understand the misery of being rich and famous".
"Oh god" thought Michelle,"Another happy Xmas ahead!"
Meanwhile at the hovel of Vans guitarist Ned Edwards things were not good.
"I'm worried about Tiny Tim"said Mrs Edwards,"He looks so thin and drawn"
"Yes,"said Ned,"He is a badly drawn boy,we should never have let him try and climb the fence at Glastonbury last summer",looking at Tims crippled legs.
Just then, in a puff of smoke, the ghost of Bob Marley appeared and handed Ned a huge king sized joint of best Ganja.
"Here mon, smoke the herb,a hungry mon is an angry mon"
.Ned took the joint and decided to take it round to Vans house as a Christmas present.
"Be careful Ned,you know how angry he gets", said Mrs Edwards as she stirred some thin gruel for Tim.
Ned arrived at Morrisons house and knocked on the door."What the feck do you want? freeloading i suppose".
"Happy Xmas Van, i just thought you might like to smoke this".
"Shove it where the sun don't shine, now feck off up the yard and shut the gate".
Morrison slammed the door and later that night the ghost of Bob Marley reappeared.
"You can't be Marley",exclaimed Van,"Marley's been dead these 20 years".
"Its me mon,Jah has sent i and i to show you Christmas past mon".
Bob showed Van all his albums from Astral Weeks in 68 up to the mid 90's which were all brilliant (except for A Period Of Transition!).Then Bob showed Van Christmas present where all his fans were deserting him and the albums got indifferent reviews and Van had got rid of all his great bands and replaced them with cheap musicians like Ned who weren't fit to play the banjo in a brothel.
"Don't show me any more",Screamed Morrison.
"It gets worse mon",said Bob, and showed Van Christmas future where Van has been dropped by his record label and is playing in a seedy jazz band at the sea side to about 11 old age pensioners.
"I'll change, I'll change," Said Van.
"Yeah mon,and get rid of that hat and that crumpled suit mon, you looks like a bag of crap!"
Next morning Van got up early and headed for Neds place.On the way he met the little match girl and gave her a £20 note.
"Crikey,"she exclaimed,"Thanks mate", and ran off to buy some drugs.
Van arrived at Neds house carrying a turkey so fat it looked like it had been rogered by a double decker bus.He gave Mrs Edwards a pair of gold ear rings, Tiny Tim a Frankenstein mask and Ned a bottle of after shave called Grrh.
"Look", said Tiny Tim excitedly,"Gold, Frankenstein and Grrh!"
"And guess what, we are all going to Glastonbury"exclaimed Van,"Merry Xmas Everybody"
The following summer all the Edwards were watching Van from the disabled viewing platform at Glastonbury Festival.Van had a new band full of the best musicians money could buy,and 3 gorgeous girls on backing vocals.He was playing songs from his new album 'Astral Weeks Live'which had just reached number one in 47 countries.
"This is the best Glasto ever"said Tiny Tim," God bless us all, each and every one!"

Back On Top.

It all began in the early 90's.
Pubs began introducing quiz machines where you could win money by answering general knowledge questions.I was soon completely addicted to them because i found i could answer the questions quite easily and could have a free night down the pub whenever i liked. The local pub landlords grew to hate me as i went further and further afield in search of quiz machines.One night i started in the Phipps Arms at Westbury Leigh and went on to The Hollies,The Royal Oak, The Castle, The Angel, The Horse And Groom,The White Lion, The Ludlow and The Crown. When i emptied my pockets that night i found i had £78 in £ coins!Brilliant.I mean, what other way could you go out at night and come home 3 hours later, smelling of drink and have seventy quid in your pocket? Dont tell me!
The Landlord of The Horse And Groom Rod Decided to use my talent to his advantage and asked me to be captain of the pub quiz team.In our first season we won the Trowbridge and District League and my fame grew in leaps and bounds.I felt really brainy! Then one night in the pub my mate Dave said i should go on Fifteen To One.This was a popular afternoon TV show which was a forerunner of The Weakest Link and at its peak had an audience of 4,000,000.It was very popular with pensioners, students and the unemployed.In a burst of egotism i sent off an application form and was invited to an audition in Bristol.Two weeks later i received a letter inviting me onto the show.I had been on the telly before,i was in the congregation on Songs Of Praise several years earlier( I'll tell you about that some other time) This was different though, this was going to make me famous! Everybody i met i told that i was going to be on the telly and to make sure they watched.
The big day arrived and i set off for London and my date with destiny.The studios were in Wandsworth and myself and the other contestants were put up in a nearby hotel as the programme was to be recorded the following morning at 10.00.I began to have my first niggling doubts because the others looked really well educated and posh and i found out that several of them almost made a career out of TV shows and had been on several other shows.I calmed my nerves by staying in the hotel bar till 1.00 in the morning. The others went to bed.
Next morning i was suffering with a really bad reality attack and all my bravado had gone out the window. I didn't feel brainy any more,i felt like a stupid scruffy lowlife.At the studio we drew lots and i was to be number 8.Then we were led into the place with the cameras and the genial host William G Stewart.I felt like i was about to be executed.The floor manager said,"One minute to recording" and i seemed to lose all control over my body, my right leg suddenly started trembling uncontrollably.William started asking the questions and everybody was coming up with the right answer.Finally he got to me and he might as well have been talking Chinese.I was so nervous it sounded like this,
"Whatisthemathematicaltermforlinespointsorcurveswhichareequidistantapart?"
I stood there looking at him like a dumb moron,then i realised what he was asking and i thought "Thats parallel,surely he wouldn't ask a question that easy".The buzzer went before i could blurt it out and William said,"The answer is parallel".
A couple of minutes later William returned and asked me who wrote the music for the film Brigadoon,i didn't know but i was in such a state i didn't care who wrote the music for fecking Brigadoon.I answered ,"Rogers and Hammerstein",in a sort of high pitched squeak, just to say something."The answer is Lerner and Loewe",said William smugly,and i was out. My entire TV appearance was about 14 seconds.
I hoped against hope that nobody i knew would watch the bloody programme but of course they all did.For about a year afterwards i was known around town as Parallel Pat.People came up to me in the pub and said things like"Sorry i didn't see you on the telly,i blinked and missed, it" that sort of thing.Just when people were beginning to forget about it,the TV company went and repeated it the following summer! and the piss-taking started all over again.I lost all interest in flaming quizzes and licked my wounds for 5 long years.As they say though,revenge is a meal best eaten cold and i was to get my revenge in the sweetest possible way!
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Five Years Later........

Five long years had past since my disasterous TV appearance.Then in 1999 they announced that if you hadn't appeared on the programme for 5 years you could apply again.
"Ive gotta go back",I announced to Kim.
"Where?"
"London,i've got some unfinished business with William"
Once more i set off for London,
"Go get 'em Floyd",Said Kim,"Go kick some ass!"
The stakes had never been higher,if i messed up this time i faced total humiliation but as they say 'Who Dares Wins'
This time i was number 5.As William came along the line asking the questions my leg started its familiar jig, but this time i was grimly determined.Finally William got to me,
"When Britain joined the EU in 1974 which two other countries joined at the same time?"
"Ireland and er um Denmark"
"Correct"
THANK YOU GOD!, i breathed a sigh of relief. Two minutes later William was back with my second question.
"Dancer Michael Flatley became famous in which musical show?"
Easy peasy! "Riverdance".
"Correct"
Brilliant! i was into round 2 and had all my lives intact.In round 2 if you got your answer right you could nominate one of your opponents to answer the next question.This is where it got dirty! I soon got nominated.
"Such is life" is reputed to be the last words of which Australian outlaw?"
"Ned Kelly"
Then i went on a killing spree, one by one my opponents were going down like skittles,i was enjoying this.After a few minutes there were 12 down 3 to go and i suddenly found myself in the final.My two rivals in the final were a lady who worked at Tesco's and a lad from Galway called Brendan who had only entered so he could visit his brother in London for free.At the beginning of Part 2 you had to smile at the camera while they told the viewers all about you.'Pat lives in WestburyWiltshire,he enjoys reading and music particularly Van Morrison and he supports Peterborough United football club'.Then it was into battle.I got my first 2 questions wrong and only had one life left so the other two kept nominating me to try and kill me off.I held my nerve though and i answered 13 questions in a row correctly.The others started to get their answers wrong and i was fighting back.The Tesco lady was the first to crack and she was out.'Get your coat!' Then finally Brendan lost his last life and i had won! I scored 113 points and the 13th highest score in the series so far.
I kept my composure until i left the studio.I was back on the street again,back on top again! I jumped up and punched the air YES! Then i floated on a cloud all the way back to Waterloo Station.I couldn't wait to get home and see those bastards up the pub"I'll give them parallel Pat" I thought.I had to wait an hour for my train so i walked over Westminster bridge and went in a pub near the houses of parliament.It was frequented by politicians, all knocking back the G and Ts .Look at them i thought, they think they are so bloody important,dont they realise i'm the 13th most brainy person in Britain!
We had a big party in the pub to watch my glorious win and i had a cake with 15 candles and i blew out 14 of them.A lady came from the local paper and wrote a story with the headline'Getting The Answers Off Pat'.I went back on the show twice more as a previous winner but it was never the same again.I didn't get the same buzz off it.When you get to the top theres no where else to go! I realised being on afternoon telly didn't amount to a hill of beans.Its being creative that matters and expressing yourself.Thats why i'm writing a book!
THE END.

Otway And Barrett In Frome,Review

What a great year of music it has been.I have seen Van Morrison,Neil Young,Crosby Stills and Nash,Bruce Springsteen and now the gig to top them all,the legendary John Otway and Wild Willy Barrett at the Cheese And Grain in Frome.
We got to the pub just before 7.00 and Sash was already waiting as well as Mark,Angela,Chris, Chrissie,Big Mark and Curly.We met Phil later.I haven't seen such a gang of jolly boys and girls setting off for a gig in another town since i saw Hawkwind in Kings Lynn in 1974.Then Fred turned up,it was great to see Fred again because i have known Fred since we ran together on the mean streets of Peterborough back in the day.Sash,Kim and i piled into Freds car and he gunned that sucker down the highway towards Frome.We crossed the county line into the badlands of Somerset and arrived at the Cheese and Grain.This is an ancient market hall that was used in the the olden days for selling cheese and er grain.There was nobody there!

I tapped on the door and this man told me that they opened at 8.00.We were first in the queue.As soon as it opened we bagged our seats in the front row and headed to the bar.They had some real ale called 'The Usual'.I had a pint of 'The Usual' and who should i see at the bar but Otway himself.I introduced myself in my usual drunken manner and had a bit of a chat and then introduced him to Kim and we told him about the last time we spoke which was in the Argyll Pub in London before his 50th birthday party at the London Palladium and he said that night was one of his favourite moments of his career and showed us a film of it on his mobile phone.What a nice bloke he is.I got him to sign the back of my ticket and shortly after i met Willy Barrett and he signed Kims ticket,Willy Barrett is a really friendly person as well.
We went for a ciggy outside and when we returned the support band 'Sun Machine' we on stage,we listened to a few numbers,they were good for a local band.The girl singer was very good.We went back to the bar and ended up outside again chatting to some people, then it was show time!

Willy Barrett had enough instruments on stage to open a music shop.The first song they did was LOUISA ON A HORSE from their brilliant first album which i bought 32 years ago and still have.Willy excelled himself on violin on this one.I love this song with its references to Otways home area around Aylesbury.Then Otway sang the poignant GYPSY which is about how Otway in his youth saw a fortune teller who predicted his rise to fame,so she is the one to blame.Then they did their hit REALLY FREE in which Barrett played a musical wheely bin,i haven't seen Kim laugh so much in years.It was quite brilliant.BEST DREAM followed which is a great song and shows how Otway really is a great songwriter.One of my favourites followed, THE LAST OF THE MOHICANS which has supurb lyrics about the days of punk and a girl who was the last in her town to have a mohican hairstyle.Another great song followed IF I DID from their eponymous first album.This was followed by their version of Alfred Noyes epic poem THE HIGHWAYMAN which was quite supurb.MURDER MAN was the next song which Otway said was originally called Lonely Man but he changed the title and ensured it got no radio play.


I went for another pint of 'The Usual' at this point and heard Otway doing BODY TALK with the aid of the theramin and also the Rolf Harris classic TWO LITTLE BOYS.'The Usual' was taking it's toll by now and i'm not sure what the next song was called, it might have been 21 DAYS,it was good anyway.The classic CHERYL'S GOING HOME was next which brought back memories of their ill-fated appearance on the Old Grey Whistle Test( See Video).The evening came to an end with BLUEY GREEN,the fantastic BEWARE OF THE FLOWERS and JET SPOTTER OF THE TRACK.This was supurb and i told Willy afterwards that they should have dedicated it to Jenson Button who comes from Frome and might be world motor racing champion today.Anyway never mind.Wait, there was one final song GENEVA an Otway classic which ended with Barrett sawing up his guitar and smashing it with a claw hammer and then playing the bagpipes.
We drove back through the Somerset night, back to The Crown for a last one and then knocked it on the head and went home.What a great evening it had been.If you read this Otway and Barrett, thank you very much.

THE END.

 

Deep And Meaningless, Otway Forever !

The 'Incompatable Otway And Barrett' tour comes to Frome on October 17th.See you there!



Here is a great video of John Otway and Wild Willy Barrett,it might help you understand my story!




In the summer of 75 i became quite pally with this geezer who i met in Peterborough.I liked him because he slept in shop doorways and he still read the Beano although he was about 25 years old.He came from Aylesbury and one night over a few pints in the Bull Hotel in Peterborough he told me about this bloke who he knew back in Aylesbury who would be famous one day.
"What does he do?" i asked.
"He is a singer, he is absolute rubbish,but he is so bad,he's good.He is so determined to be famous that one day he will be,You mark my words".
"Whats his name?" i enquired, becoming curious.
"John Otway", he replied.
Two years went by and i had moved to Wiltshire and totally forgotten about the doorway kids prophecy.Then one fateful day i was reading the New Musical Express when i saw a review of an album by John Otway and Wild Willy Barrett and suddenly the strange conversation came flooding back.A few days later in a record shop in Bath i bought the album and my life was never to be the same again.When i got home and put the album on the turntable i was pleasantly surprised,i liked it! There were a couple of quite poignant ballads,Geneve and Gypsy,some nice folky pastoral songs such as Louisa On A Horse and Misty Mountain,a wild manic version of Bob Lind's Cheryl's Going Home and another wild song called Cor Baby Thats Really Free.This was a great song with some great driving guitar by Willy Barrett.There was also a great feeling of humour and fun about the album that i really liked as well.I played it to my family and friends who also loved it.Before long Bradford On Avon had become an enclave of Otway fans.We had all been Otwayed!
Really Free was released as a single and Otway and Barrett appeared on the Old Grey Whistle Test TV show.It was a performance that was never to be forgotten.Otway got carried away and was doing double somersaults on the floor, then tried to jump on the speakers and fell off in a heap on the floor.It ended in total chaos and Barrett walked off in disgust.It must have struck a chord with some people though because on December 3rd 1977 Really Free entered the UK charts, peaking at number 28.Otway's dream was coming true.He was becoming famous!
Otway had made a huge mistake though,making huge mistakes is a constant theme running through Otways career.The B side of Really Free was Beware Of The Flowers which was even better than Really Free.With its punk sound of relentless guitar thrash and great hook line of"Beware Of The Flowers Cos i'm sure their Gonna Get You Yeah" it could have been a million seller but it wasn't to be.It was to be 25 long lonely years before poor old Otway had another top 40 hit.
The second album was called Deep And Meaningless which i rushed out to buy as soon as it hit the shops.Again it was a great album with lots of great songs on a quasi-autobiograpical theme set around Otways home town and area in the Vale Of Aylesbury.Songs like Place Farm Way,
Place Farm Way,
Where i used to stay-in my youth
With Someone i used to love.
I'm going back again to see the friends
I lost along the way.
I saw Otway for the first time in 78 at Bath Pavilion.He was terrific,tearing around the stage like a mad looney and ripping his shirt off.Our gang saw him about 7 times during those heady days of 78/79.One night at Bristol Locarno he threw his shirt into the audience and i managed to grab it.I used to use it for mopping the kitchen floor at home,so much for collecting memorobilia!.Otway also played a huge outdoor concert in the market square of Aylesbury which was filmed for a TV special called 'Stardust Man, The Otway Story'.Otway seemed destined for fame and fortune but alas it wasn't to be.
Himself and Willy Barrett fell out, partly because Barrett kept failing to appear at gigs if there was football on the telly also Otway's ego mania was taking its toll.The difficult 3rd album was a solo affair,Where Did I go Right? was the title and although it contained some great songs Otway's brush with stardom was on the wane.He was entering the wilderness years.Subsequent albums such as All Balls And No Willy failed to interest the public.
Otway refused to disappear though and a long period of playing pubs and birthday parties followed and the odd TV advert kept Otway afloat.He teamed up with anarchist poet Attilla The Stockbroker and even wrote a rock opera called Cheryl.It was during the late 80's that Otway first appeared at Glastonbury.Slowly but surely he began to rebuild his career.He even wrote his autobiography called Cor Baby Thats Really Me!.It was hilarious and for the first time the whole sad story was revealed.When he was at school Otway was known as 'Smelly',one year he got everybody in his class a Xmas card and got none back in return,to make himself popular he used to do things like drink a whole bottle of ink but to no avail.It was this rejection that spurred him on to achieve his dream.
The long lonely years in the wilderness were playing dividends though.Otway was beginning to build up a loyal following of devotees who understood his strange psyche.Perhaps they had also suffered failure and rejection in their lives.His faithful fans asked Otway what he would like for his 50th birthday and he said he would like another hit.Thus began the Otway rennaissence!
A huge campaign began to get Otway back in the charts,The song chosen was Bunsen Burner which Otway had written while helping his daughter with her chemistry homework.The word went out across the internet, the papers and on the radio.The London Palladium was booked for Otways birthday party to coincide with the chart announcement on the Sunday.
I was there on that glorious night.It was a lovely sunny evening and all the fans were gathered around the radio in the pub opposite the Palladium listening as the chart run down began.It got up to No 30 and no Otway, i began to worry, then up to 20, still no Otway,we had failed i thought,then up to 10 no Otway, the disappointment was unbearable, then... ...the magic words.......And straight in this week at number 9 its JOHN OTWAY with BUNSEN BURNER!!!!!!!!!!!!. YES!!!!! we had pulled it off.
Otway came running out of the Palladium, stood on a table and sang the song to his rapt fans and thanked everyone.I shook hands with him and he said "Thanks"with a huge grin on his face.It was the happiest day of his life.
The concert that night was great and even Wild Willy Barrett was reunited with his old friend.The following week Otway was on Top Of The Pops and played a manic theramin solo! Otway is a national treasure and he has only one more ambition, to do a world tour!Watch this space!

Glastonbury Photo