A tartan three piece suit and a straw hat.
A writer of witty pop songs, of angry political songs, of glorious melodies.
A TV host- his conversation with President Clinton about music is well worth seeing.
It’s easy to like Elvis Costello.
It’s easy to underestimate Elvis Costello.
I was expecting a pleasant night out.
One man, six guitars and a piano.
A raised eyebrow, a flick of the hand, and an enraptured audience.
I hadn’t grasped the variety of his songwriting; the range of musical styles of which he is a master.
He stepped away from the microphones and awed the auditorium.
I had somehow missed that he has a fabulous voice.
He played for about half an hour longer than expected.
As we left, all around us we could hear ‘brilliant’, ‘fantastic’, ‘amazing’- no one was talking about heading to the pub, or hurrying home to the babysitter, or real life at all.
An extraordinary night.
I spent the next morning downloading the tracks we weren’t familiar with.
If you get a chance, go. It’ll cost you a fortune in subsequent downloading, but it will be worth it.