I saw him stoically limp from one venue to the next, day and night, and do his little stoic one-man-one-guitar-act at the 1998 Pori Jazz fest -- to the largely indifferent -- and (should I say) "spare" -- audiences, as I recall.
I also recall staying in front of the stage on at least on a couple of ocaasions to listen to him. (Had never heard him live in my life, up to that point, nor had heard that many of his records - only the one that has the words "gift", "flower", "garden" and "from" in its title, I guess).
Must say that he did sing'n'play on autopilot, sort of. Still, for the first few times it was fairly fascinating to hear those pretty well-known titles from the man's own mouth. Even if the wind blew some of it away over the open, and rather desolate, field. Or the words got all quite blurry in those hangars with terrible-some acoustics...
And then, not too long after that, I saw on VH1 that little co-operation with ...which girl group was it again? That must've been a first major thing for him, in commercial terms, after ...the Butthole Surfers cover or what?
― t**t, Wednesday, 31 October 2007 17:43 (sixteen years ago) link