My father sometimes says that I was born an old man. He’s probably right. To unpack 
that a little let me explain what I mean.
I have never been someone who enjoys clubs or loud music; at nursery I once got a joke told amongst the staff; and my idea of a fun evening is usually sitting at home in relative quiet.
So going out to an actual concert was never something I did growing up. I went to my first concert at 26. That concert was Emma Blackery and last night I went to another of her shows at the Tramshed in Cardiff.
It was a good show. Emma was on top form and it was a most enjoyable evening. She mentioned the terrible events in Manchester last week, and thanked us all for coming to see her, supporting live music, and showing that we were not giving in to fear.
I have to say though, old man comment coming, I don’t understand the idea of the boombox. I’m not even sure if that is the right word. It was the speaker that just seemed to be putting out noise rather than amplifying the actual music. For me it rather drowned out her voice and made my ears ring so I couldn’t hear so well when she spoke or sang a quieter song.
I told you I was an old man.
Nevertheless it was an enjoyable evening. And I feel sure I will go and see her again when she next comes to Cardiff. Maybe next time I can go with someone.
Emma Blackery is one of my favourite singers. When I manage to drag my butt to the gym a couple of her songs are on my playlist. And when I get a really bad day The Promise and Perfect help me greatly.
Emma was supported by Rusty Clanton and Valeras.
Today is Star Wars Day. The only celebration, at least to my knowledge, based around a dad joke.
It was a worthy addition to the Star Wars universe. It had its problems certainly – but it was enjoyable. I think the biggest disappointment to me was no opening text crawl – and when thinking about it afterwards I couldn’t even tell you the names of the characters.
Unstable Orbit 