42nd Cambridge Folk Festival

Friday

Photocredit: Neil KingTom's one of those artists that tells great stories about how his songs came into existence. He could get twice as many songs in, but no one really cares because he is such good value as an all-round entertainer and that's before you start talking about his considerable guitar skills.
This is Americana with a Tex Mex flavour. The heat gives it a very local flavour, without the cheap cigars and tequila. He reminds people that in his early days music was fuelled on bourbon, coffee and cigarettes, so how can Bristol have a no smoking policy and still expect good music.
The crowd are eating out of the palm of his hand and he keeps supplying the food. He takes the chance to plug the back catalogue. He's got a new single due out to boot.
His songs are people political. US domestic and overseas policy come in for some real stick, particularly immigration policy and the roll of America as self appointed policeman.
He personalises a number of songs, catching characters in the audience and dropping a line into the  song. Truly a master craftsman. He's a bit Johnny Cash, a bit Leonard Cohen and yes, a bit Kerouac, but above all he's all Tom Russell and we thank him for that.
It's time for some hard rocking blues. Cambridge has a reputation for booking top blues artists of both genders and this year is no exception. Marcia Ball has blues nominations as long as a gorilla's arm.
There's a problem at the start, someone has forgotten to plug Marcia's piano in. Faux pas corrected the band give it all they've got.
Photocredit: Neil KingMarcia's guitarist rips into a fantastic solo, complete with great facial expressions, giving the impression that he might have 'followed through.'
It's a bit loud for some, judging by one of the shouts. A simple solution might be to move further back.
Marcia and her band are the loudest act so far. She gives the impression of a prim and proper grandmother. Then you discover that granny has been at the drinks cabinet and decided to throw her dignity away.
She's proud, she's loud and she's going to enjoy herself and so are we. There's only one sax player, but he seems to be doing the job of two.
For someone sat at a piano, Marcia Ball has a lot of movement. She knows her way around the keys. She also knows how to put together a routine.
As well as ripping it up, she knows how to bring it down low. Her voice is equally suited to both.
It's a well balanced set, but there are times you think she was thrown by the start.
A lot of the material reflects her history, not to the point of cliché, but some of it is familiar and not just because I've got some of her albums. It's a minor point shared history must by its nature produce shared experiences.
My acid test is is enjoy factor and the litmus paper was definitely red, or should that be blue? Whatever I enjoyed it!

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