On the road again at first race of the year, it does feel a bit like a Kerouacian adventure (yes I’m sleeping in a rail car, what of it?) except that I arrived here in a Singapore Airlines A380 rather than a ’49 Hudson.
Those Beat daydreams were reinforced last night when I went to see Moriarty, a French olde world indie-folk band named after the hero in On The Road. The five-piece, who all met in Paris in the 90s, play eclectic blues and have a habit of gigging at weird venues: A ruined castle in Tuscany, a Normandy prison, a transatlantic ship, and a mental institution in central France, for example. Last night’s venue was a bit safer, The Famous Speigeltent at Melbourne’s Arts Precinct, but nevertheless it had a wonderful Victorian ambiance.
Thanks to my chum Brad Spurgeon of the New York Times we managed to score comp tickets. Brad knows the singer Rosemary Standley’s dad, and we’ve been to see him (and Brad) play in various cellars in Paris’ quartier latin. Small world, she just happened to be performing on grand prix weekend.
Brad blogs about his musical adventures in Paris and on the F1 circuit, and he’s posted about the Moriarty concert here.
Incidentally, Spiegeltent is hosting New Orleans jazz band Tuba Skinny for the next few nights.