EWAN CAMERON picks out two fascinating music shows, fusing the Korean, and the Celtic, with the modern
JUST had a week away from the whole Brexit bollocks on tour in Norway and Finland with my wife Robina. A welcome relief, though I was still talking about it for ages on stage of course.
Started off in Trondheim, a lovely city we’ve visited many times before, as guests of our friend Torgeir, who runs local label and independent shop Crispin Glover Records. I’d been invited to perform at a hip-hop festival, which may seem bizarre.
In fashion and general subculture terms it is, because a baseball-capped B-boy or gun-totin’ gangsta I most certainly am not. But in terms of a substantial part of my words and delivery it is the most logical thing in the world.
The bard confirms that the right has a humour bypass, and replays the English Revolution on period instruments
In verse and polemic, the bard points out that he is a poet and musician, not a political party
The bard tours Finland and tampers with the cuisine
The Bard commutes to work for the first time in 45 years



