One of the guys in the music store told me about Martin Taylor – gave me one of his albums to hear. I’d recently seen Stephane Grappelli, one of my all-time favourite shows. And so Taylor’s Spirit of Django music was right up my alley. Plus, he was playing a solo show in Wellington – at the National Library, just a few dozen people there. Cheap ticket. Me and my mate Paul went, and also this girl Amanda. She was an American exchange student, she lived with friends of ours; became a friend of ours too then – in that way that university students all mingled.
So off we went. Sunday night. It was a wonderful gig – this guy’s playing was tremendous. He also talked to the audience, told stories, jokes, good banter. And then hung around to meet people after, sign autographs. Do that thing.
Somewhere, I still have a signed CD I bought on the night.
Look at how budget the ticket was/is. The ripped corner was the way the person at the door handled the tickets – tearing off a tiny corner on entry. Weird system. And what a brilliantly shit-looking ticket. Like some raffle stub.
Stubs is an occasional feature here at Off The Tracks – looking back through the ticket-stub box and remembering how the show went down.