a few tentative tour dates!
MO 09.06.04
Bumbershoot
Seattle, WA
WE 09.08.04
Alladin Theatre
Portland, OR
SA 09.11.04
Old Town School of Folk Music
Chicago, IL
SA 09.25.04
Paradise
Boston, MA
SU 09.26.04
Birchmere
Alexandria, VA
SA 10.02.04
Strictly Bluegrass Festival
San Francisco, CA
u s nick-o-philes take note
-
mood swung
- Posts: 6908
- Joined: Thu Jun 05, 2003 3:59 pm
- Location: out looking for my tribe
- Contact:
u s nick-o-philes take note
Like me, the "g" is silent.
-
wehitandrun
- Posts: 1752
- Joined: Tue Feb 17, 2004 10:14 pm
- Location: Las Vegas, NV
- Contact:
-
mood swung
- Posts: 6908
- Joined: Thu Jun 05, 2003 3:59 pm
- Location: out looking for my tribe
- Contact:
-
martinfoyle
- Posts: 2502
- Joined: Tue Jun 03, 2003 5:24 pm
- Location: Dublin, Ireland
- Contact:
-
mood swung
- Posts: 6908
- Joined: Thu Jun 05, 2003 3:59 pm
- Location: out looking for my tribe
- Contact:
-
martinfoyle
- Posts: 2502
- Joined: Tue Jun 03, 2003 5:24 pm
- Location: Dublin, Ireland
- Contact:
-
martinfoyle
- Posts: 2502
- Joined: Tue Jun 03, 2003 5:24 pm
- Location: Dublin, Ireland
- Contact:
http://www.aladdin-theater.com/show_pag ... ventid=398
According to the box office at the above date, Nick will be touring behind a new album. September is going to be a great month.
According to the box office at the above date, Nick will be touring behind a new album. September is going to be a great month.
-
mood swung
- Posts: 6908
- Joined: Thu Jun 05, 2003 3:59 pm
- Location: out looking for my tribe
- Contact:
-
spooky girlfriend
- Site Admin
- Posts: 3007
- Joined: Mon Jun 02, 2003 5:19 pm
- Location: Huntsville, Alabama
- Contact:
He needs to play Toronto already. His last Canadian dates were Edmonton and Calgary of all places. I find it hard to believe that he has a bigger following over there than he does here, granted he played in festival environments.
This morning you've got time for a hot, home-cooked breakfast! Delicious and piping hot in only 3 microwave minutes.
-
Boy With A Problem
- Posts: 2718
- Joined: Sat Jun 14, 2003 9:41 pm
- Location: Inside the Pocket of a Clown
-
Goody2Shoes
- Posts: 1301
- Joined: Tue Jun 03, 2003 12:24 pm
- Location: bouncing over a white cloud
-
mood swung
- Posts: 6908
- Joined: Thu Jun 05, 2003 3:59 pm
- Location: out looking for my tribe
- Contact:
tour dates have been updated--and hot damn, there's a nashville date!!!!
MO 09.06.04 Bumbershoot
Seattle, WA
WE 09.08.04 Alladin Theatre
w/ Geraint Watkins Portland, OR
FR 09.10.04 Fine Line Music Cafe
w/ Geraint Watkins Minneapolis, MN
SA 09.11.04 Old Town School of Folk Music
w/ Geraint Watkins Chicago, IL
SU 09.12.04 Shank Hall
w/ Geraint Watkins Milwaukee, WI
TU 09.14.04 The Ark
w/ Geraint Watkins Ann Arbor, MI
WE 09.15.04 Lee's Palace
Toronto, ON
FR 09.17.04 The Parish
w/ Geraint Watkins Austin, TX
TU 09.21.04 Belcourt Theatre
w/ Geraint Watkins Nashville, TN
TH 09.23.04 Bowery Ballroom
w/ Geraint Watkins New York, NY
FR 09.24.04 Iron Horse Music Hall
w/ Geraint Watkins Northampton, MA
SA 09.25.04 Paradise
Boston, MA
SU 09.26.04 Birchmere
Alexandria, VA
TU 09.28.04 Rams Head Tavern
w/ Geraint Watkins Annapolis, MD
TH 09.30.04 Great American Music Hall
w/ Geraint Watkins San Francisco, CA
SA 10.02.04 Strictly Bluegrass Festival
San Francisco, CA
MO 09.06.04 Bumbershoot
Seattle, WA
WE 09.08.04 Alladin Theatre
w/ Geraint Watkins Portland, OR
FR 09.10.04 Fine Line Music Cafe
w/ Geraint Watkins Minneapolis, MN
SA 09.11.04 Old Town School of Folk Music
w/ Geraint Watkins Chicago, IL
SU 09.12.04 Shank Hall
w/ Geraint Watkins Milwaukee, WI
TU 09.14.04 The Ark
w/ Geraint Watkins Ann Arbor, MI
WE 09.15.04 Lee's Palace
Toronto, ON
FR 09.17.04 The Parish
w/ Geraint Watkins Austin, TX
TU 09.21.04 Belcourt Theatre
w/ Geraint Watkins Nashville, TN
TH 09.23.04 Bowery Ballroom
w/ Geraint Watkins New York, NY
FR 09.24.04 Iron Horse Music Hall
w/ Geraint Watkins Northampton, MA
SA 09.25.04 Paradise
Boston, MA
SU 09.26.04 Birchmere
Alexandria, VA
TU 09.28.04 Rams Head Tavern
w/ Geraint Watkins Annapolis, MD
TH 09.30.04 Great American Music Hall
w/ Geraint Watkins San Francisco, CA
SA 10.02.04 Strictly Bluegrass Festival
San Francisco, CA
Like me, the "g" is silent.
Nick Lowe has been helping out his ex on her
restaurant review column ; it's - as always with Ms
MacLeod ( regular Costello interviewer in the past ,
by the way) - very funny. Reading it this afternoon
while dining on a bacon roll in Stansted Airport I
found myself somewhat unhappy with my culinary
options.
http://enjoyment.independent.co.uk/food ... ory=554727
McClements, Twickenham, Middlesex
By Tracey MacLeod
28 August 2004
I know what you're thinking. Twickenham. Oh dear.
Twickers. Rugby. Hearty blokes quaffing warm ale in
riverside pubs. Boring. Move on. But let's give the
place a chance. After all, things were once really
rocking down there in the badlands of Middlesex.
English rock'n'roll was practically born in
Twickenham. The Stones and The Who played early gigs
on Eel Pie Island. The Yardbirds were hatched there.
And Rod Stewart was discovered busking on Twickenham
Station. Just last week.
It may no longer be the centre of English rock, but
there's a happening little food scene nowadays, led by
one-man band John McClements, who in rock'n'roll terms
would be Twickenham's Beatles and Stones rolled into
one. Originally from Liverpool, he's been cooking in
the area for 25 years. His ever-popular restaurant,
McClements, won a Michelin star this year, more than
15 years after opening. And a second branch of his
side project, Ma Cuisine, has just opened in nearby
Kew, serving authentic and reasonably priced French
bistro food to grateful locals.
Admirable though Ma Cuisine sounds, it was McClements
that drew me to Twickenham, and the news that one of
Tom Aikens' top chefs, Daniel Woodhouse, had recently
taken over in the kitchen. Now the McClements team
have their sights set on a second Michelin star.
Given its heavyweight reputation, McClements is
modestly proportioned, and even more modestly
positioned, in a suburban parade of shops on a
roundabout not far from Twickenham station (altogether
now, "We are sailing ..."). It's the kind of location
in which you might expect to find a Michelin garage,
but not a Michelin star. Two doors down the road, Ma
Cuisine is doing good business, while big brother
McClements feels comfortably full, though we were able
to get a same-day booking.
Behind an art deco-ish façade extends a plain, elegant
room, holding maybe a dozen tables (and not a single
rugby shirt between them). It's smart, rather than
posh. A seven-course Menu Degustation is available for
£60 a head, while the regular menu offers three
courses for a fixed price of £48, with no supplements.
McClements treads a careful line between dazzling
modern-French refinement and the satisfying
indulgences of the brasserie. A hearty selection of
superb breads - rye, rosemary and rock salt, olive
tapenade, and one variety introduced as "ordinary
self-raising" - ushers in the arrival of a dainty
amuse-bouche, a tasting spoon of celeriac remoulade,
with a disc of foie gras.
My guest was one of the true gentlemen of west
London's rock aristocracy (I know I've flogged the
rock'n'roll theme to death, but it really was Nick
Lowe, OK?). For some reason, from a selection of
starters that encompassed such delights as wild salmon
cured with beetroot, and scallops with deep-fried baby
squid, he chose a meditation on the theme of carrot
and tomato. The dish was a technical tour de force, in
which carrots appeared jellied, pickled and
oven-baked, alongside tomatoes spun into a fine white
foam which wobbled on the plate like panna cotta. For
a vegan, this explosion of summery sweetness would be
seventh heaven. But an old rocker needs something a
bit savoury to get the juices flowing.
My own starter showed what terrific results could be
achieved when technical excellence combined with
something you might actually want to eat. A single,
lobster-crammed raviolo, all slippery luxury, came
with a skewered claw, in a lightly cappuccinoed
vanilla-scented sauce. On the page, both main courses
read a little autumnal for a hot August night, but
were delivered with an impeccable lightness of touch.
Veal sweetbreads, pan-fried and finished in the oven,
came with tiny lyonnaise potatoes and pickled baby
turnip, carrot and onions. Nick's faultless sea bass
fillet, with girolle mushrooms and garlic scape,
inspired him to announce "They don't call it the
managing director of fish for nothing!" There must be
something about Twickenham.
Service is friendly and attentive, if not always in a
good way. The exhaustive explanation of exactly what
garlic scape is (the mild green stalk of the plant, in
brief) and how it's prepared was only terminated by me
hissing, "You can get it in Waitrose!" Still, our
faith in the front-of-house team was reinforced by the
fabulous condition of a board of French farmhouse
cheeses in various stages of liquidity and stinkiness.
Our waiter talked us through the selection like Serge
Gainsbourg telling Jane Birkin exactly what he was
going to do to her when he got her home. With
pre-desserts, and a generous dish of petit fours,
there wasn't really any need for a dessert, but what
the heck, it's included in the price. Mine was a
wonderfully subtle composition, featuring almond
pudding with malted milk, pistachio mousse and
honeycomb tuile.
McClements isn't cheap, and if you want to indulge in
a spot of rock'n'roll excess, the wine list goes all
the way up to 11, with a top end of £2,000. But it's a
special-occasion place, and this was one of the best
meals I've had all year. Certainly the best I've ever
had in Twickenham.
restaurant review column ; it's - as always with Ms
MacLeod ( regular Costello interviewer in the past ,
by the way) - very funny. Reading it this afternoon
while dining on a bacon roll in Stansted Airport I
found myself somewhat unhappy with my culinary
options.
http://enjoyment.independent.co.uk/food ... ory=554727
McClements, Twickenham, Middlesex
By Tracey MacLeod
28 August 2004
I know what you're thinking. Twickenham. Oh dear.
Twickers. Rugby. Hearty blokes quaffing warm ale in
riverside pubs. Boring. Move on. But let's give the
place a chance. After all, things were once really
rocking down there in the badlands of Middlesex.
English rock'n'roll was practically born in
Twickenham. The Stones and The Who played early gigs
on Eel Pie Island. The Yardbirds were hatched there.
And Rod Stewart was discovered busking on Twickenham
Station. Just last week.
It may no longer be the centre of English rock, but
there's a happening little food scene nowadays, led by
one-man band John McClements, who in rock'n'roll terms
would be Twickenham's Beatles and Stones rolled into
one. Originally from Liverpool, he's been cooking in
the area for 25 years. His ever-popular restaurant,
McClements, won a Michelin star this year, more than
15 years after opening. And a second branch of his
side project, Ma Cuisine, has just opened in nearby
Kew, serving authentic and reasonably priced French
bistro food to grateful locals.
Admirable though Ma Cuisine sounds, it was McClements
that drew me to Twickenham, and the news that one of
Tom Aikens' top chefs, Daniel Woodhouse, had recently
taken over in the kitchen. Now the McClements team
have their sights set on a second Michelin star.
Given its heavyweight reputation, McClements is
modestly proportioned, and even more modestly
positioned, in a suburban parade of shops on a
roundabout not far from Twickenham station (altogether
now, "We are sailing ..."). It's the kind of location
in which you might expect to find a Michelin garage,
but not a Michelin star. Two doors down the road, Ma
Cuisine is doing good business, while big brother
McClements feels comfortably full, though we were able
to get a same-day booking.
Behind an art deco-ish façade extends a plain, elegant
room, holding maybe a dozen tables (and not a single
rugby shirt between them). It's smart, rather than
posh. A seven-course Menu Degustation is available for
£60 a head, while the regular menu offers three
courses for a fixed price of £48, with no supplements.
McClements treads a careful line between dazzling
modern-French refinement and the satisfying
indulgences of the brasserie. A hearty selection of
superb breads - rye, rosemary and rock salt, olive
tapenade, and one variety introduced as "ordinary
self-raising" - ushers in the arrival of a dainty
amuse-bouche, a tasting spoon of celeriac remoulade,
with a disc of foie gras.
My guest was one of the true gentlemen of west
London's rock aristocracy (I know I've flogged the
rock'n'roll theme to death, but it really was Nick
Lowe, OK?). For some reason, from a selection of
starters that encompassed such delights as wild salmon
cured with beetroot, and scallops with deep-fried baby
squid, he chose a meditation on the theme of carrot
and tomato. The dish was a technical tour de force, in
which carrots appeared jellied, pickled and
oven-baked, alongside tomatoes spun into a fine white
foam which wobbled on the plate like panna cotta. For
a vegan, this explosion of summery sweetness would be
seventh heaven. But an old rocker needs something a
bit savoury to get the juices flowing.
My own starter showed what terrific results could be
achieved when technical excellence combined with
something you might actually want to eat. A single,
lobster-crammed raviolo, all slippery luxury, came
with a skewered claw, in a lightly cappuccinoed
vanilla-scented sauce. On the page, both main courses
read a little autumnal for a hot August night, but
were delivered with an impeccable lightness of touch.
Veal sweetbreads, pan-fried and finished in the oven,
came with tiny lyonnaise potatoes and pickled baby
turnip, carrot and onions. Nick's faultless sea bass
fillet, with girolle mushrooms and garlic scape,
inspired him to announce "They don't call it the
managing director of fish for nothing!" There must be
something about Twickenham.
Service is friendly and attentive, if not always in a
good way. The exhaustive explanation of exactly what
garlic scape is (the mild green stalk of the plant, in
brief) and how it's prepared was only terminated by me
hissing, "You can get it in Waitrose!" Still, our
faith in the front-of-house team was reinforced by the
fabulous condition of a board of French farmhouse
cheeses in various stages of liquidity and stinkiness.
Our waiter talked us through the selection like Serge
Gainsbourg telling Jane Birkin exactly what he was
going to do to her when he got her home. With
pre-desserts, and a generous dish of petit fours,
there wasn't really any need for a dessert, but what
the heck, it's included in the price. Mine was a
wonderfully subtle composition, featuring almond
pudding with malted milk, pistachio mousse and
honeycomb tuile.
McClements isn't cheap, and if you want to indulge in
a spot of rock'n'roll excess, the wine list goes all
the way up to 11, with a top end of £2,000. But it's a
special-occasion place, and this was one of the best
meals I've had all year. Certainly the best I've ever
had in Twickenham.
-
mood swung
- Posts: 6908
- Joined: Thu Jun 05, 2003 3:59 pm
- Location: out looking for my tribe
- Contact: