A tale of trains, temptation and Thursday afternoons
November 28, 2013. No comments.
Stories. How I love stories. How I love performing my songs to people who love stories. How I love trains, and old fashioned films where they tip their hats and, like my late grandfather, say things like. “I’d be most obliged…”
It was ‘Brief Encounter’ night at Burdells Yard. A very talented bunch of Bath writers gathered to perform some short stories inspired by the film followed by a showing of this Noel Coward classic. They were good – funny, touching, clever, unsettling – better than Radio 4. The venue (not unlike a train tunnel in itself) was made even more atmospheric with
teacups and cakes (echoing the Refreshment Room at the station) and both audience and performers turned out in their best 1940’s attire.
I was invited to sing one of my newer songs, ‘Carnforth Station’. I wrote it after seeing some photographs of the disused carriages there, and hearing it was where Brief Encounter was filmed. It’s one of the songs I am thinking of recording on the new record. It might even be the title of the new record. All well and good until I realised I had never actually seen the film that it’s based on!
I was not in the slightest bit disappointed. A fool for the laughs as well as the first class portrayal of unconsummated and ill-fated love.
I imagine it’s an even more universal story than many would care to admit; tucked away somewhere in their own life’s storybook. That’s one of the reasons why we love stories isn’t it? Because if someone somewhere makes art that reflects our own secret happinesses, longings or regrets we feel a little less alone as we chug through life’s tunnels and on to the next station.