Last weekend Edwina Hayes, born in Lancashire, living in Yorkshire, played at the Brussels Folk Club at La Porte Noire. She sings and plays guitar in a straightforward way which I like very much. Most of her songs and covers are 3/4 time. There is a bit more vibrato in her voice live than on record, where there is none, but still nothing compared to Duffy, for example.
She talks a lot between songs. The next song is called What happens now. It’s about whether to make a move. My advice is No … I was single for 14 years. When I went on my first date with the man I’m now with I didn’t have any going out shoes, only trainers and gig shoes. I stood in the pub car park for 10 minutes putting my cardigan on and off. It left white fluff on my dress… (Much better expressed in reality than as I’m remembering it.) You feel there’s nothing she’s not willing to tell us, like she was Karl Ove Knausgaard’s younger sister. Pour me a drink, about her father, is the song I’m listening to most. But her father sounds like a nicer man than his.