I went to see Glenn Tilbrook and the Fluffers yesterday evening. This gig had been advertised for months and months and I had been talking about going to it, but none of my friends seemed to be particularly interested in it. So it all turned into a bit of a spur of the moment thing as I was sat in the pub talking about it, and my friend said "well, why don't we just go then".
That is what they call real spontaneity.
So, go we did. I have to confess to knowing very little about Glenn Tilbrook's career outside of Squeeze (save the first Difford and Tilbrook single Love's Crashing Waves, which I loved). But I love his voice and I liked Squeeze, I think he's a great songwriter, so why the hell not?
It did not disappoint. His voice is as great and clear as ever and his songwriting skills have not departed him. I was delighted that he chose to play some Squeeze songs - Up The Junction, Slap and Tickle, Is That Love, Take Me I'm Yours and a tiny bit of Cool For Cats, within a strange little segment that also included snippets of Video Killed The Radio Star and I Believe I Can Fly (yes really).
He looked liked he was having a ball! The audience seemed strangely unresponsive - they clearly were enjoying it, given their appreciation at the end of each song, but during the songs, there was precious little movement. OK, so maybe you weren't exactly going to get much pogoing, but I would have expected a little more, well, movement! But I used be used to Oxford audiences by now. Mind you, there was a fight. I have no idea what it was about and it was quite comical - reminded me of one of those inept fights between two people who have clearly never been involved in fisticuffs ever before (about which, let me just point out, I am rather relieved). And totally out of place. I mean, of all the settings for a fight, a Glenn Tilbrook gig?
And while I was watching him, it meant I was missing another member of Squeeze hosting his TV programme. The irony was not lost on me.
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