De-brief, Autumn/Winter 2017 – Part 1.

January 12th, 2018

Post-Tour Blues vs. Festive Cheer!

It was a wonderful tour experience – I was able to travel most of it with my beautiful family and sate that empty feeling of the lonely hotel room/promoter’s sofa, after all your temporary friends have taken the last bus home, muttering of early starts to the office.  I’ve not updated you all about the tour!  Mainly due to having some quality down time gorging on mince pies, and strolling in the crisp winter sun, through long shadows and country air. I’ve emerged from the chocolate induced coma to recall my travails:

Having said I was able to tour avec ma famile, the first couple of weeks I was solo through France and Spain…

hayward's heath station  La Malterie, Lille

After one sleep off the big plane I was Eurostar bound and shuttling through the Chunnel to Lille Europe. L’il Europe. First stop, Lille. To play a show for good old Nico. I also meet, for the first time, some players who are on Crippling Lack. Timothée Couteau, a talented cellist, who will be improvising along with me that night, and Olivier Minne, one of the drummers on the record – will be playing guitar in the opening act tonight (Walter Brückmann). A wonderful evening. Tim cello’d the heck out of the set, and there was some audience participation as a fairly inebriated pair dragged a settee to the front of the stage area, to the consternation of the rest of the audience. They had assessed a boundary that needed crossing from audience into performance. I proceeded to sit down with them, giving a personal serenade. Who knows? Maybe we planned it?

Pleasant budget hotel with a decent breakfast buffet before a leisurely day in Lille before getting the train to Le Mans. I’m staying with Raphäelle out in Le Mans, with a mind to try to record some new material (no more to be said about that for now, we’re reviewing a fairly odd amount of guff, destined for the cutting room floor).

La Sandwicherie, Le Mans  Le Mans

Next show is in a lovely sandwich shop (Le Sandwicherie) at the back corner where an old bakery used to be, for a very small crowd. It’s my first time to the City and it was a nice reception. The local beer (just a couple – trying not to be boozing for the sake of my voice) and the food were delicious.

driving in France  Japanese Garden, Nantes

The subsequent shows were also intimate. My first ever visit to Nantes was a great show to eight people. One of which was barely six months old. I’m not sure, but I think she knew some of the lyrics. The city is a delight though. A pleasant walk around the Japanese garden was a nice gentle pre-gig potter. Trying not to booze on tour is pretty difficult when you like the taste of decent beer, and some of this continental stuff is pretty snazzy.

Nantes, Cafe de La Ribine

Paris was a difficult one to get off the ground, but eventually Olympic Cafe came to the rescue. Not many in and a spontaneous addition of MaJiKer beatboxing along with me made for a unique and interesting show – some magical moments. But I always find Paris a tough crowd. I’d been gallantly escorted through Paris earlier that afternoon by the delightful Adrian Crowley. What a pleasure to catch up with him. At least his niece thought my show was one of the best she’d ever seen! I flopped down to sleep on a kindly donated sofa, my host, Raph’s friend, had been at God Speed! around the corner (ah! that’s who stole my audience!). I had to dash off early the next morning to get a plane to Madrid – where I was playing that night.

Olympic Cafe  Madrid at dusk

Luckily I was treated to a surprise earlier flight than I had remembered booking (I’d got confused), so there was plenty of time provided I got to the airport in time. Sorted. Got to Madrid with time to spare. Check in – Spain always sorts out decent hotels! – showered and fresh – The lovely Eduardo shows me to the venue.

This is what the general consensus was regarding that night’s performance: Not sure if the review is 10/10 for my show or the review itself

Eduardo took me for some proper standing-up spanish food. melt-in-the-mouth lemon marinated shark nuggets, deep fried squishy seaweed, simple mixed wild mushrooms, etc etc. What a delight.

Madrid airport car pick-up  Valladolid

A lovely fill of buffet brekkie in the morn and I trundle back to the Airport to pick up the hire car. I’m off on a little solo road trip!

I pick up a car – a little smaller than expected, but my trusty steed for the next five shows/six long drives. Well the first drive is not too long, just a couple of hours or so up to Valladolid. Passing over icy peaks where my ears popped. I’m struck by how many raptors circle to skies along these journeys. Kite, eagle, buzzard and hawk. I’m generally the only thing on the road for much of the drive. Great headspace.

Valladolid is famous for the storks nesting on the big old architecture. I don’t really have time to seek it out – by the time I’ve squeezed into the hotel parking crevice, shoved my stuff into the room, and had a cafe con milk, it’s time to trek through the dimming streets to the venue. This gig has been a mysterious secret location for the punters until today. Turns out the owner of the bar is newly licenced so doesn’t want to push it with the authorities. I’m shown the space (by my lovely host Juan, who’s hosted me twice before up in chilly old V-town) which turned out to be a small mezzanine area – an exclusive 30 people maximum get to sit up here for my show, and weirdly, the bar downstairs remains open as usual. I battle the sound of bustling bar, while the bar down there heckles up at the mezzanine. Actually the show went pretty well!  Juan and his pals show me their favourite little bar for a couple of drinks to cap off the night.

Vigo. I'm not a sailor Radar, Vigo

The next morning, after a hearty buffet, and a cheery crowd of Japanese tourists flooding the foyer in synchronised map check – all broadsheet city maps spread out like umbrellas in a kind of am-dram interpretation of a Busby Berkley set piece.I set off to Vigo – the car emerging from the crevice unscathed. Some of the landscape is breathtaking – but I’m not in a position to photograph it, lest I swerve into a ditch. I’ve no expectations from this gig – It turns out it was a kind of punt by the promoter which didn’t pay off – they sold 10 tickets and not all of them turned up – I played to a row of six people on the seating one side of the room and three or four standees. I thought it was actually one of my best sets ever – but there will be scant, if any, record of it! I leave Vigo (too early to sit down for breakfast) with memories of fried squid sandwich and a bad full of water and juice – the guy at the venue took pity on me when I told him about my drive the next day. And so – 8 hours straight to make it to soundcheck in the south of France! I know from experience that this is the norm for US, but I’m not sharing the driving if that makes for a little sympathy?

Notre Dame des Forges, Tarnos  Colin Faivre

Highways all the way, fast through undulating hills and high plains, 0n into Basque country where the roadsigns suddenly become even more incomprehensible. Into tunnels as I bypass all the potential wonderment of thenorth coast. Through the western Pyrenees into Basque France. I arrive in a grey and wet outskirts fading industrial docks area, and a beautiful church looming in the dusk. This edifice, shell, now provides a space for art – an exhibition of culture, sound and sculpture, into which me and banjo player Colin Faivré must insert a performance. He plays first with his signature, illuminated from inside, baritone banjo. We play shoeless on a carpeted area – I point my voice into the acoustic space – it manipulated the show into a drawn out ambient affair. What a lovely event. François and family kind hosts.

Delicias, Zaragoza  Delicias, Zaragoza

The next day I must hightail it to Zaragoza. I’m meeting Eduardo again. The drive was glorious – heading into evening sunshine through open landscape of Spain and being the only car on the road most of the time. The auditorium was a nice size although I may have had too much stage – I continue to use the toy megaphone thing Greg Butler lent me, but often is losing it’s impact and the sound goes thin, most likely due to fading batteries. So it becomes even more an incongruent factor in the performance. What fun!

(the thing – don’t tell Greg – is now completely defunct. I opened it up and the circuitry has all degraded – it will need a very expert solderer or new circuit board)

My final show in Spain is a collaborative ‘encontre’ with dance Pepa Cases, in Castellón de la Plana. We’ve not met or practiced. It turned out to be a delightful evening. Pepa bursts in the room as I’m playing and interprets the music in a dance performance that plays around with my space – peeping through my legs and adjusting my mix and cables, as I remain in my performance. And of course, it is always a pleasure to catch up with the very nice Jose Luis.

Castellon de la Plana, University foyer/venue  'encontres' Jaime II University, Castellon

I speed off in the morning without any time to wait for breakfast – I’m dropping the car off at Madrid airport to catch the plane back to England.

just of basque coast from plane

Hold on for the … Next episode

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nov/Dec Tour 2017

October 11th, 2017

The tour! Le tour! ¡El tour! A xira! La gira! Bira! In pretium! Y daith! An turas!

DTB Tour 2017

Tickets for Lille
Link for Le Mans
Link for Nantes
Link for Paris
Link for Madrid
Tickets for Brighton
Tickets for LONDON
Tickets for Hastings
Tickets for Cambridge
Tickets for Leicester
Tickets for Nottingham
Tickets for Kirkcaldy (w/Philip Selway and Kathryn Williams)
Tickets for Glasgow
Tickets for Sheffield
Tickets for Middlesbrough
Tickets for Newcastle
Tickets for Manchester
Shipley (paper tickets only from Jumbo Records or venue)
Tickets for Bristol
Tickets for Cardiff

Additions

September 18th, 2017

Paper Dress Vintage show sold out. 2nd London show added!

17th Nov at Aces and Eights, Tufnell Park : http://www.wegottickets.com/event/416566

 

 

September 18th, 2017

November and December Tour

August 30th, 2017

Hello Ukayers and Francists and Spainiacs…

At the moment I will start on 1st November and keep chugging through until mid-Dec. As follows…

1 Nov Lille
sometime in 2-7 Nov shows will appear in Le Mans, Rennes, Nantes and Paris
8 Nov Madrid
9 Nov Valladolid
12 Nov Zaragoza
13 Nov Castellón
15 Nov Brighton
16 Nov London
18 Nov Hastings
21 Nov Milton Keynes is possible on this day…
22 Nov Leicester
23 Nov Nottingham
25 Nov Kirkcaldy
26 Nov Edinburgh
27 Nov Glasgow
1 Dec Sheffield
2 Dec Middlesbrough
3 Dec Newcastle
5 Dec Leeds
7 Dec Manchester
8 Dec Shipley
13 Dec Bristol
14 Dec Cardiff
15 Dec end the tour in Cardigan hopefully!

Best keep up with the latest info and additions on the social media Farce bunk, dat Tweet tingInstergran!

Out.

China

May 2nd, 2017

Sorry this outlet is looking a little sparse, a spruce up of this website is well overdue and is coming soon.

For now, though….

A handful of dates in China!

Wuhan, 30 June, warm-up/taster show @ Sense Club Records.
Shanghai, 1 July @ basement 6.
Suzhou, 2 July @ Locke Pub.
Beijing, 4 July @ Dusk Dawn Club.
Wuhan, 5 July @ Vox Livehouse.

Keep an eye on those social medias: Facebulk , Twitterings , Instantgram

2016: Crippling Lack

December 5th, 2016

So it is that we solemnly, silently, privately, review a remarkable year. I released an album, which has been in the making for a number of years, which deals with failures to connect and awkward existence. It somehow presciently taps into the confounding uncertainty we have been thrust into by the tumult of 2016. An onslaught of disappointments and confusion, regrets and loss. I can’t even….

You know, I thought 2015 would be the turning point, the loss of my father. His love, guidance, interest and inspiration.

Anyhow. One outlet was kind enough to regard ‘Crippling Lack’ as worthy of their notable albums from 2016. Alongside the Bowie swan song no less.

I have been resting the musical bones of late, indulging in family matters.

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In my absence, the 2015 documentary ‘The Ambiguity of David Thomas Broughton’ has been slowly making it’s way around. Film festivals and public screenings and now I hear it will have it’s release to the masses via Vimeo on demand from 12th December. For a paltry couple of quid it can be purchased and streamed direct into your private quarters, with nearly an hour of bonus material available too!

Music Video – Dots

May 21st, 2016

Dots is a track from Volume 1 of Crippling Lack. Here is a short film I made for it.

Crippling Lack

April 1st, 2016

 

DTB7

Finally, the 3 volume album I started making over four years ago, in collaboration with engineer Raphäelle Duquesnoy in France, and by email exchange from Pyongyang, and with contributions from a number of acquaintances worldwide, is being released!

I’ve performed versions of these songs live for a while and some I haven’t previewed, but all are new to record.

Volume 1, Released on Song, by Toad records this month. Has the tracks:  1. Crippling Lack part 1, 2. Beast, 3, Words of Art, 4, Silent Arrow, 5, Dots.

First airing of any material off the record is the duet I worte for me and Aidan Moffat, ex. Arab Strap, and Scottish lyrical hero. Surprisingly he agreed to it and we have a wonky love-rebutted song. GoldFlakePaint previewed it. 

Pre-order here

 

 

They’re here!

November 20th, 2014

Sliding The Same Way.

CDs have finally arrived and will be on their way to you now.

http://songbytoadrecords.com/david-thomas-broughton/sliding-the-same-way/

They look lovely by the way.

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