Bert Jansch

I am cross with myself. I am cross with myself because when Davy Graham died three years ago, I decided I would make a conscious effort to go and see all the musicians I love best who I’ve never seen live and who won’t be around forever. High up on that list was Bert Jansch. I could have seen him performing with Pentangle at Glastonbury, but it clashed with something else, so I didn’t. And I could have seen them at the Festival Hall in August, but I had promised to go and see a friend’s band that night, so I didn’t.

And now Bert Jansch has died, and I could have seen him, and I didn’t, and now I never will. What an idiot. Here’s what I missed:

I am going to make a list, now, today, of people to see before they, or I, die. And I am going to post it here, and if you see any of them coming to London, please shout at me and tell me to go and see them. And if I say I’m busy that night, tell me I’m an idiot.

Advent song for December 14

The folksy edge in Bert Jansch’s voice turns this song into something completely different from other, more traditional, versions of it. Which is not to say I don’t like the traditional versions just as much, but this is a pop advent calendar, approximately, so it suits our purposes better. And I do like a bit of guitar on a bluey-grey Monday.