Last Tuesday, I was randomly scrolling through my inbox when I noticed an email from the website of Scottish singer-songwriter Jill Jackson. It seemed Jill would be performing live in the nearby village of Penistone the following evening, and tickets were still available... at a very affordable amount.
An aside... it's pronounced Pennis-ton, to rhyme with Dennis. So you can stop sniggering at the back.
Now I've never seen anyone play Penistone before, but this seemed like too good an opportunity to miss, particularly as it was Half Term week and I wouldn't have to be up at 6.30 the following morning. So I bought myself a ticket.
Wednesday was a busy day and I almost forgot all about the gig, but I remembered just in time to turn up at the Cubley Hall Hotel at 7.45. When I walked in, I found myself in a crowd of about 30 other people, and I was clearly the youngest person in the room. The guy who was running the gig seemed rather surprised to see me there, and I wondered if I'd stumbled into a private party.
"Is your name on my list?"
"I don't know... I've got a ticket..." I showed him the confirmation of my phone.
"Oh, right... what are you doing here then?"
"I've come to see Jill Jackson."
"Oh, good, good... how did you find out about it?"
"I got an email last night..."
"From me?"
"I don't think so. It was from Jill's website..."
It was a very confusing conversation, but in the end he found me a seat. It turned out I'd stumbled into a warm-up gig for a much bigger show Jill was playing the following evening, and she'd stopped off here on her way down to Birmingham as she was old friends with the guy on the door. But even though she was only playing to a crowd no bigger than a family barbecue (her description), she still gave it her all. Almost two hours of wonderful singing and witty storytelling, plus decent support from Kirk McElhinney, in the perfect venue. Everyone in the audience was there for the music, rather than drinking and socialising with the music as almost-forgotten aside. And so I chalked up my third gig of the year... with another three still to come. I've had to start a new scrap book! It's very exciting.
Oh, and for the record, I wasn't really the youngest person in the room. At only 44, I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, but you're still just a lassie...
And here's the title track from Jill's latest album, based on the letters her grandfather sent home when he was a soldier in WWII...
Unable to cope with a Zero edition of the Hot 100 myself, I put the idea out to tender. First to jump at the opportunity was Charity Chic, who spend a large part of his working week compiling the excellent Top Ten below. He didn't supply a Zero band though, so I chose Remy Zero, who once recorded the theme tune to young-Superman-based TV show Smallville. Remy Zero - Save Me I'm running this Guest Post today - rather than on Thursday - because it leads it nicely into the final edition of the Hot 100 tomorrow. Join me then for the full countdown. In the meantime, take it away, Charity Chic...
Top 10 - Zero Songs
By way of
appreciation for Rol’s epic Hot 100 series, I give you a Top 10 of Zero Songs...
Taken from “the
difficult third album “ 1979’s The Fine Art of Surfacing, it pre-dates Band Aid, meaning that St Bob was slightly less annoying than he later became.
TV21 were a post punk
band from Edinburgh. Named after a Gerry Anderson comic. Another
impressive piece of trivia is that guitarist Ally Palmer is responsible
for curating the Scottish football magazine Nutmeg. I suspect Rol
will be aware of the first trivia reference but totally oblivious to the
second. (How right you are. - Rol.)
Yes, there were two.
The original was John Lee Curtis with number two who is featured here being
Alex Miller or Aleck Ford. All very confusing. (Yeah, you lost me. I'm going to ask George to explain that sentence to me. - Rol.)
Nine Below Zero is
also the name of an English Blues band who formed in 1977 and who I saw play on
a couple of occasions at Strathclyde Students Union.
A lovely song from
the album There Is No Other, the first solo album for 14 years from the former
Belle and Sebastian chanteuse and Mark Lanegan collaborator. A welcome return.
The title track from
the 2011 debut solo album by Paisley lass and former Speedway frontwoman Jill
Jackson, an artist who I know that Rol has a bit of a soft spot for. (Indeed. - Rol.)
A splendid racket and
a splendid diatribe by Public Enemy from their seminal album It takes a Nation
of Millions to Hold Us Back. As topical now as it was on its release in 1988.
A seriously
underrated artist . A track from her eponymous 3rd album from 1976 which also
contains the brilliant Love and Affection. The compilation album Track Record
is an ideal introduction to her work.
No shocks, no
surprises. None of the others come close.
I suspect that from
the get go most of you would have had this down as the number one
The 1977 debut single
from the debut album My Aim is True which introduced the world to the
prodigious talent that is Elvis Costello.
Thanks for taking up the baton, CC. You get no argument from me on any of those, especially not the worthy (and only!) Number One. Of course, that's not to stop anyone else coming up with a second list of Zero Songs, if they think they've got 'em. The doors are always open...
If you're going out celebrating tonight, take care and have a good one. If, like me, you'll be asleep long before the clock strikes in the new year... enjoy that too.
Thanks for reading this dribble throughout 2018. See you in 2019.
Scottish singer-songwriter Jill Jackson is something of a new discovery for me, but her latest album Are We There Yet? already stands out as one of my favourite records of the year. Although originating from Paisley, Jill's spent a fair bit of time in Nashville and it appears to have activated her Americana storytelling gene, most notably on this nostalgic tale of family holidays in the 80s... long car journeys listening to Buddy Holly on the tape deck...
Elsewhere, she switches effortlessly across genres to take on Imelda May at her own game with some delightful swing/jazz tracks such as this...
And then there's 1954... a love song about her late grandparents that has had me weeping in the car on more than one occasion (though it's hard to explain why - perhaps not for the obvious reason). Whatever, it's beautiful.