Because my fella always seems to know these things, he suggested that we go to The Pour House to see Jake Bugg do a short set in the afternoon put on by Lightning 100. [Tangent: I always enjoy an afternoon short set. It really lines up with my sensible old lady inclinations. The older I get, the more days notice I need to hype myself up for anything that has a showtime at later than 8:30. I cannot be alone on this. I love an occasional late night, but I need a few days notice to get in the right mindset to make it happen.] Jamie has been a fan of Bugg since he first heard of him and I am just impressed that he is so young and so talented and doesn't involve choreography or heart hands into his performance style. He's got a gritty badass voice and kind of looks like the lost Gallagher brother. [Tangent: That's an Oasis reference for any high schooler that has somehow stumbled onto this page.] I'm sure if I were 15, he'd have prime real estate on my clear front binder. [Tangent: I'm sure his young fans have some clever name. Buggies. Bugg_bites. LadyBuggs. I don't know. If they don't have a title, they should.]
|here's a pic of him singing Lightning Bolt. Jamie took this. I took a couple but there was a big bald head blocking most of the action.|
When we got in the car, we both concluded that we wanted to go say hi and tell him good show, but felt awkward about it. Meeting an artist is weird enough, and additionally, I have never had that interaction with an artist who was much younger than me. We knew whatever escaped our lips would make us sound like grandparents. "You're such a talent." "Keep up the good work, champ!" "Good show, sport." [Tangent: Because he's British...and British people say 'sport', right?] True there was a huge range of ages there, but I just knew no matter what I said, my word vomit would make me feel 700 years old. "You make some great music, kid."