{"id":137,"date":"2004-02-06T13:36:00","date_gmt":"2004-02-06T13:36:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.davidbelbin.com\/blog\/?p=137"},"modified":"2004-02-06T13:36:00","modified_gmt":"2004-02-06T13:36:00","slug":"an-evening-with-nigel-and-clem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.davidbelbin.com\/blog\/2004\/02\/an-evening-with-nigel-and-clem\/","title":{"rendered":"An Evening With Nigel And Clem"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>What follows may well be the last entry for a while. This week, I&#8217;ve begun a demanding part time job, as course leader for the <a href=\"http:\/\/human.ntu.ac.uk\/study_here\/postgrad\/writing\/\"><b>MA in Creative Writing<\/b><\/a> at Nottingham Trent University and accepted a commission to write a full length non-fiction book that has to be completed within two months. On top of the teaching and writing, I&#8217;ve got several other appearances lined up, including the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.instituteofideas.com\/events\/teenfiction.html\"><b>Teenage Kicks<\/b><\/a> conference on Young Adult Fiction, which should be interesting. Maybe I&#8217;ll regret it, but, at the moment, I&#8217;m thriving on getting up early and doing a lot of hard work. Is this a sign of middle age encroaching?<\/p>\n<p>Before I go, a quick account of a memorable evening. Last night began with the crowded launch for my friend Nigel Pickard&#8217;s first poetry collection, <i>Making Sense<\/i> from the excellent <a href=\"http:\/\/www.edwardmackinnon.com\/shoestring.html\">Shoestring Press<\/a> (I&#8217;m doing a Shoestring reading with Nigel at the Flying Goose Cafe in Beeston on Tuesday, March 16 at 7.30). Nigel read two poems from <i>Making Sense<\/i> and a short, new, funny poem about his recent vasectomy (&#8216;so that&#8217;s why he was off school last week&#8217;, one of his colleagues muttured when he finished). You&#8217;d never have guessed it was Nigel&#8217;s first ever reading. He&#8217;s written a great book. Read it.<\/p>\n<p>Then it was off to The Rescue Rooms to see the mighty <a href=\"http:\/\/www.ClemSnide.com\/\">Clem Snide<\/a>. They&#8217;ve been one of my very favourite groups for four years now. Friends tease me about them. Seems you either love them or hate them. Their songs are unique: catchy, funny and bleak with wry, quirky slice of life lyrics. Some are reminiscent of Leonard Cohen or Loudon Wainwright III with added cello.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve made copies of their masterpiece <i>Your Favourite Music<\/i> for several friends in the hope of persuading them along to this gig, but only Terry and Sue show up. They bring Bea, who I&#8217;ve met once before. Turns out she&#8217;s a huge fan too. Like me, she&#8217;s tracked down nearly all of their exceedingly hard to find recordings. We&#8217;ve each got one that the other hasn&#8217;t.<\/p>\n<p>The venue&#8217;s far from full. As the band wander on, the five of us (Bea&#8217;s husband Marek has just made it from work), walk to the front of the club, dead centre, a few feet from the band, whose singer\/songwriter Eef Barzelay begins with an acapella song about (I kid you not) David Icke.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s a great set, drawing from all but their first album, featuring a great version of &#8216;Your Favourite Music&#8217; that incorporates &#8216;If You&#8217;re Going To San Francisco (Be Sure To Wear Some Flowers In Your Hair)&#8217; and concluding with a drawn out encore of Black Sabbath&#8217;s &#8216;War Pigs&#8217;. This last might seem odd from a band whose genre is usually described as &#8216;art country&#8217; but it works, mainly because they play it incredibly straight (and well). They say they&#8217;ve got time for one more song. Someone shouts out for &#8216;Dairy Queen&#8217; &#8211; I know who it is: the young fan I met in the loo who told me how he wooed his girlfriend to <i>Your Favourite Music<\/i> after seeing the band in Leeds back in &#8217;99. I call out for early classic &#8216;Accident&#8217; but Eef says they tried that the night before and it didn&#8217;t work out too well.<\/p>\n<p>Bea hurries to the front of the stage and demands Eef&#8217;s attention. He bends down and talks to her. A moment later, he&#8217;s playing a perfect version of her favourite song, &#8216;Bread&#8217;, Two encores later, she pulls the same trick and gets him to do  &#8216;The Dairy Queen&#8217; (which he refused to play earlier) as the last number. I suspect Bea&#8217;s requests were helped by her being a small, Italianate beauty (didn&#8217;t I mention that before?).<\/p>\n<p>The White Stripes were good a couple of weeks ago, but this was in a different league. A magic gig. I even bought a copy of my one missing Snide cd (the <i>Beautiful<\/i> EP: one of the encores was a corking cover of the Christina Aguilera song) and got Eef to sign it  when I happened upon him after the show (conversation &#8211; me: drunken superlatives, him: friendly thanks and a couple of warm handshakes). By the way, stick-thin, geek and proud of it, Eef is the only frontman I&#8217;ve ever seen wearing a cardigan (blue). It seemed entirely appropriate.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>What follows may well be the last entry for a while. 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