My oddly named local village hall hosts the playgroup five days a week and the old folks club on a Wednesday. I DJ’d there for my wife’s 40th and this year I got my old band mates back together for my 50th. Another recent quinquagenarian, Martyn Joseph, appeared there as part of the Aberdour Festival and blew the audience away with his words (both spoken and sung) and his quite beautiful guitar playing. All the songs were new to me but several were new to him, from the record he was “working out the playing order for” on the way up in the car. Some excitable publicity had him as the “Welsh Springsteen” and his cover of Bruce’s One Step Up complete with a coda, where he dissects and analyses the deceptive simplicity of the song, was jaw-dropping. Before his encore of On My Way, he admitted to sneaking a look at the events diary in the kitchen/dressing room and found: “5th August: Afternoon – Cake Decorating, Evening - Martyn Joseph”. It sure ain’t Vegas...