Just got back to Glasgow. Shattered. I am a broken man, but a happy one. I have a coldsore, red eyes, and a sunburned face. I think Vogue might want me for the cover this month…
The Islands were as beautiful and amazing as always. I genuinely feel blessed to be able to visit these places, and get paid for it. Truly blessed.
It’s a hard slog but the plus points are off the scale.
This year we played in Ardfern, Raasay, Skye, Tiree Music Festival, Islay, Jura, and tomorrow, we are down in the borders for the Wickerman Festival.
The biggest killer was last Saturday. Up at 7am, drive 4 hours to Raasay and gig, then back to Skye to play another show. Off stage at 1:30 am, an hours kip, up again at 2:30 am, and then a 4 hour drive to Oban to get the 8am boat to Tiree, where we played that night. Knackered.
However, I did get to share a bill with my hero, which was an incredible honour. He just happened to be a top fella too.
I look off my head, but I swear it was tiredness. I was a bit star struck as well to be fair.
One random thing was that both Tiree, and Wickerman, booked myself an Jono, as one act. We tour together but we perform separately, but they didn’t realise that. It worked quite well as we like each others tunes so it was nice to learn each others and play together. We will do the same at Wickerman tomorrow. It keeps life interesting!
Now, I better go hand wash some underwear. I never pack enough.