Ahead of two tribute live shows this weekend, Blur’s guitarist remembers the nerve-racking expertise of meeting one in every of Britain’s biggest musicians
It took me a while to completely recognize Bert Jansch. Perhaps as a result of I related him with terror for various years.
I performed on the same invoice as him in 2003 at Stephen Malkmus’s Down the Dustpipe festival at the Royal Pageant Corridor in London. I had just come out of the Priory and was enjoying with a new and moderately hurriedly rehearsed band. Not only that, I had drunk round 15 cups of coffee during Bert’s set and was going to start out my show immediately after him, all alone with two or three acoustic songs. As I watched him I started to have a very dangerous feeling about the entire night.
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