Ok , I have a lot to say here in my last blog of the tour… mainly because I lost my phone and flew off to Miami for a couple days; so there wasn't much opportunity to write. I cannot believe I'm so silly, why did I take my phone on the walk?! There was no need for it in the middle of a field, while chasing Missy and Dusty in random patterns around the field. I knew I had two important things in my left pocket....1: my favourite earrings of the moment; and 2: my much needed device that allows me to contact the world and run my business…that is my phone. Damn, another one gone for good! I looked down, and saw the sun glinting off of an earring in the grass; this is when I knew the phone was gone forever. I looked everywhere, but how could I find it? I had been running round like a mad woman for a good 40 minutes, and had no idea where I'd actually been. So, I had to let it go and walk home. Although I felt like a bit of a nob, I was still smiling from ear to ear. I got to go home for just one day to walk my dogs in good weather, and smell the fresh air of Devon. If someone had said to me I could do that only if I gave them my phone in return for the pleasure, I would have taken them up on the offer, and handed over that trusty device that takes over my every day. So, no worries, Tash was on the case. She’s ordered me a new one, and it’s sitting in my kitchen on charge right now. Nice one!! Almost back on track.
So, after my day in Devon, my mum and I drove up to London for the show in Shepard's bush. You know, I was nervous. I mean, firstly its my home so all my family was there; so that's always a bit worrying. If you happen to fall on your ass, you can’t just laugh it off, get on the tour bus, and run away to the next country. Oh no, these people know you and won’t let you forget these things. So, I had to make sure i was on good form. But if I'm honest, I was mostly nervous because, let’s just be frank, the British press can be kinda rough at times; and I didn't know which way it was gonna go. I mean, there was a time when i could have given my kidney to a dying child, and they would have found a way to twist and turn it so that in fact, I was stealing the kidney…not giving it. So. as you can probably imagine, this made me nervous for a good two days before hand. You try to tell yourself you don't care what they say...but I am a human-being, and it is the country I live in.
So unfortunately, I cant help but care. I walked out to the stage and there was a warm reception, phew! Then the end of the song gets closer and I'm just thinking, shit...do they like it? Don't they? Oh Jesus, my heart was thumping! Trying not to move my hands too much…don't want to give myself away with the shakes. To my amazement, they liked it, and the gig went on. Jamie Hartman came out and joined me for “Stalemate”. I hadn't played that song for the whole tour ‘cos I need that man to do the song justice…and he did. It went down well. Then, Jeff Beck joined me on “Parallel Lines” and "I Put a Spell On You". That rocked, he rocks! He is outstanding man! I just can’t even take it . It was lovely to see him and Sandra his lovely Blondie beauty of a wife. Good people surrounding him—this must be his trick. He’s still playing after so many years, and still smiling at the same time—there must be a trick to it. So yeah, these moment were great and ones I will most definitely remember for Tim.
The audience in London was different to any other on the whole tour. Although I feel they enjoyed themselves, it was hard to tell. This happens a lot in cities—I think it’s because they get so much music going on, they’re certainly not starved of it. The excitement in the air is some what lighter. They were very polite, like the Japanese. In between the songs I could have whispered, and they would of heard every word… not a sound. Now, I like to think in my own mind that they are just intent on listening…I think this was the case . My Dad was right there as I walked off stage with a big proud grin on his face. I know this was a good gig—he would have told me if it was a bit shabby. He has seen so many, he has come out to so many shows on this trip, I love that. It’s really nice to see him so regularly on tour—thanks for coming dad!After the show it all went off! There were so many people there; friends, family, friends of family, it was fun to see everyone. We went down to the bar with the intention of having a beer…ha! fat luck. Yes, I had a beer in my hand…did it ever get to my lips is a different question. I had soooo many people to talk to. So, the plan was— let’s go to Ronnie Scotts (a jazz club in soho.) Apparently they were having a jam that night, and I knew Jeff would be down there in a shot, with his horn ready to jump in. So, I had to go. It was the last night we had to go out with a bang, and a bit of a party with the band.
So, we did. We drank funny looking cocktails, and sang, and played a little. Jazz is kinda hard for me to truly get my head around; but nether-the-less, it’s still good and live—even if it mashes my mind up sometimes. So, it was fun, all-in-all.
So, after the last show, of course all I wanna do is go straight home and cuddle my babies…but no, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. I had to make a very quick trip to Miami to work with a guy my mum has discovered. His name is Leigh Coleman, and his voice is just gorgeous. He plays guitar beautifully, and is over there at the moment making a very soulful album with Betty Wright. It was lovely to see her too. She set up my room all in purple…so sweet …we have almost exactly the same taste. So, we wrote a couple songs for Leigh, and then I hopped back on the plane to get back to England. I have had trouble sleeping the last couple months; Mum reckons it's ‘cos I gave up smoking. Who know what it is, but I haven't been able to sleep very well, and this is the first time in my life I have had this problem. But, as soon as I got on that plane, I was out for a good 10 hours. Slept straight through—thank you Jesus! I needed it. Then, I got off the plane, worried I had lost my bags for half an hour. Thank god I hadn't; someone had taken it off the belt prematurely, got in the car to Reading, caught a train to Tiverton Parkway, and brother Harry came to save me from the 10 mile walk to my house. Thanks, Harry.
It was the loveliest feeling driving through the lanes, you could almost smell the sunshine. Every now and then cow shit interrupts your moment, but I guess it wouldn’t be the country if it didn't, haha! I still remember the first day we got here, 3 young kids and my mum, all squashed into a car to get from Dover to Devon. We were reluctant anyway, being that we had to leave all our friends and family behind, but then when that country smell hit us…that was the last straw. "Oh right, so we have to live in this smell for the rest of our lives!?! Nooooo!!!" We were not impressed, but shall I say, it kinda grows on you. It truly is the most beautiful place to live in the world. Well, it is to me, anyway. So, I'm home; leaving again in 3 days :( but it’s all for a good cause. We are going to New York to do some TV shows, and Jamie Hartman will be joining me; which is great! I cant wait to let more of the world hear him—he is a luv and so talented.
I have captured some film of the tour, and when I can figure it out, I will edit it and put it up on the site. This is not promised, as I have no idea how to do that...but anything is possible. So, I'll give it a try. Also, side note, wouldn't it be cool if you guys reading this could have a hat knitted by my grandma? She has knitted me so many hats, and I love them, and wear them all the time. She has a sweet little shop and makes hats and scarves all days long . So, if anyone wants any, raise a hand. We'll get on the case… what do you think?
music is love xoxo