Aside from the old guard providing the main theatre bookends, the series of four gigs in the Atkinson Studio highlighted essentially what Cliff Richard (and Rik Mayall) might have termed ‘the young ones’. Tiered seating providing a small balcony cum circle view while on the floor, decorated candle lit tables provided quite an unusual ambience for a folk gig. All very tasteful and respectful. And a radically early start for Luke Jackson having signed off on his last gig of a duo tour with Amy Wadge the night before in London, travelled halfway overnight and arrived fuelled by caffeine and energy drinks. “Good morning,” was the greeting as he walked on at 12.30. No wonder he was confused, but you can forgive him once you hear his increasingly familiar deep and rich tones fill the Studio.
His warm up (a storming bit of Marvin Gaye – posted online, as you do) showed he wasn’t suffering. Probably more a case of what don’t kill you makes you more strong. A strength it is too that has seen his star continue its rise. One in which he’s becoming one of those on the road, fully formed and hard gigging troubadours. He continues too, to tease on his social media pages with an alarming rate of covers, musical doodlings and curios, building up a repertoire of which ‘Bridge Over Troubled Water’ stirred the soul on a wet and cold grey afternoon on the Fylde coast.
With his guitar case sitting open by his feet, the image an epitome of the travelling musician on another whistle stop, his guitar becomes his tool which highlights a growing awareness of not so much what to play, but when and when not to play – adding to the drama which makes something like ‘Fumes & Faith’s ‘Sister’ remain as the rock on which the set is built. Capable of ramping it up like a howling (or howlin’) Mississippi bluesman or softly enunciating about the car keys and a coke on his passenger seat, the Jackson songbook and delivery is becoming than the lad who a few years back was singing about climbing trees in Bakers Wood. What’s most exciting though is the journey, not where he’s travelled from or where he is now (and that’s not meaning London to Southport), but where he’s heading and the thrill of being part of the ride.
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