I may have mentioned a few million times how much I appreciate wit in a man. I’m also a bit of a sucker for musical talent.
I’ve been educating the kids recently on the brilliance of a musician called Brendan Gallagher.
He used to have a band called Karma County. They played at my wedding. Weddings weren’t their thing, but we begged.
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Having Karma County play at my wedding blew my mind a little. It was second only to Neil Finn doing the gig in terms of fabulousness.
They serenaded me down the aisle to a song called Olana, which sounded enough like my name to be hopelessly romantic.
Here are some other ambrosial songs from their repertoire …
Ooooooh, this one is gorgeous …
They played this one at the wedding, tingles …
My current favourite song comes from Brendan’s solo years. It’s called When I Hear Strings and it’s magic …
It remains one of life’s great mysteries to me that Karma County didn’t find wider fame. They were so freaking wonderful. We discovered them when I nepotistically got Husband the gig as music reviewer at Cosmopolitan magazine.
The band sent us a thank you note for reviewing their album in the mag. Tingles again …
Sadly, that glowing review didn’t propel them to multi-millionaire mega-stardom.
Brendan’s voice almost gives me the shivers it’s so good. And his songs … It’s a crime more people haven’t heard them.
I love you Brendan. You’re bloody brilliant. And I’ve discovered – to my delight – while writing this blog that you’re performing with a few bands around town and have a new album out called Wine Island.
Oh, and this Sunday you’re playing at the Petersham Bowling Club … I wonder if I can talk my friend who’s visiting from up north to come and watch you sing?
Who’s your favourite musician?