Ash Grunwald - Goes Off Mate !

... And so it was that he did come to the Clarendon and he did play upon his tin thing. Reflective guitar, that is, chrome dazzling twanging thang. Grunwald said he had just been asleep in his hotel room, so he was feeling "sooky" when he came on stage. It must have been an inspired sleep. The mountains Crowd, and not a few interlopers who had come to the mount for the sound of the riff, warmed in a flash. The surfing blues boy belted out his rhythms in a house electrifying gig. It was enough to make even the most staid bystander stop standing by. The clapping and stomping got loud, mate. The mic fell off his drum, he improvised and strapped it back together in a truely inspiring display of 'making-do'the antipodean way. He did not lose a beat. He gained some. And then more. The crowd stomped more. He is a down and dirty improvisor on stage. His shark song is a triumph of ideolect. If a shark had bitten off both limbs in the water he would play with his toes. [if you don't know what I'm saying then go see him] Throwing in his three bits worth between clarion twangs and metalic gruff. If there were pots there we would all have bashed along with him. As it was my hands were sore from clappin'. He had us all standing by the end. Strong persuader that he is. Energy in the altitude dark he was, thankyou ashman thankyou.

MtV.M