Here I had a chat with Russell Self. He’s a Wellington-based, English-born musician and poet. Russell’s held many jobs, let many more go, he’s been a busker, a troubadour, he recites his own poems and sings covers – he also writes original material too. He released an album called “Rhyming Stuff” and has aims to record again.
We first met about 20 years ago – he’s been in New Zealand for a quarter of a century or so. We enjoyed a few chats over the record store counter and participated in a couple of open-mic nights together – and from there we’ve seen each other at gigs.
So I asked Russell around for a chat – I knew he’d have back-story. He did indeed. We talked Roger McGough and The Scaffold, The Beatles, The Kinks, Dire Straits – and to the shows Self took in through Europe: Randy Newman, The Crazy World of Arthur Brown, Tom Waits, so many things…
He bought his resonator guitar, thumb picks and slide around and had a wee jam with my dog Bowie too.
You’ll hear the dog howl, you’ll hear Russell’s poems, talk of politics and music and plenty more in this conversation.