I'm still filling up on the train and now I've taken to doing it in public. I've been lucky enough to go to a couple of corking gigs this week and have had a bit of a moment at both of them.
Rounded off the most Scottish weekend of my life by going to see King Creosote and his brother, Ian, (stage name Pip Dylan and an utter delight), do an acoustic set on Monday in the Brudenell, which is probably not much bigger that your front room (hello american readers!). There's an intimacy about KC that is irresistable, especially when there's no band, only banter and lifelong in-jokes with his brother. Kenny's got a secret album out, a single on spacy blue vinyl and a new accordian. Swoon.
Listen: King Creosote - 678
And then off to the Leadmill for the majestic Iron and Wine. I was a bit worried about losing the layers of their sound in a bigger venue, especially after a noisy support from Bon Iver, but it was superb. Sam Beam makes it all look so effortless - astounding - and there was steel guitar and beauty a-plenty. They finished the set with an a cappella version of Flightless Bird that brought the place to its knees. Shivers and goosebumps all round. So, just on the off chance that you've yet to hear it, here is is again.
Listen: Iron and Wine - Flightless Bird, American Mouth