labi Siffrie Concert At The Irish Club
Labie Siffrie-Something Inside So Strong
Labie Siffrie-It Must be Love
A Night At The Irish Club
It was a nice dry evening as we drove to the centre of Liverpool.
We were heading for the "Irish centre" which was a poular meeting place for people who appreciate all things "Irish" of whom there are a great number in liverpool.
Tonight was a special night as the great Labie Siffrie,singer/songwriter was appearing and, as we loved his music and meaningful lyrics, we were looking forward to a great night.
We parked up, and walked the short distance to the hall, once in, we had a couple of guinness at the welcoming bar.
Turning to my left, I saw, standing next to me, Bernie Wenton a well known Liverpool singer who had won "Stars in their eyes" a popular T.V talent show where he had sung in the style of Nat King Cole (Bernie has since passed on) we both said hello and started chatting. Bernie was also on the bill that night, he was a lovely,humble man.
We entered the concert room and couldn't believe our luck at finding a table at the front very close to the stage.
We sat back and very soon we were enjoying Bernies smooth vocal performance
As the compare was about to introduce the main act a group of 15 female 'late-comers', ages varying from 20s to 50s, appeared at the front of the stage . Each was carrying a chair, they were followed by stewards carrying 2 large tables. These were placed in front of us. We were upset by losing our prime spot but that's life !
Labi was introduced then a few minutes of wild appplause and the crowd were woo'ed into submission.
He went from one beautiful song to another before finishing the first spot.
Two of the women ,sitting in front of us,went off to the bar and that was when Labi came back on stage for the second spot.
Guitar in hand ,big smile on his face, everyone was in happy mood.
As he started to sing there was an almighty commotion as these women decided it was the right time to start counting their money. Coins ! lots of them,
The clattering noise the coins made. After the first two returned with trays of every drink imaginable we all noticed the singer was by now a little upset as this gang were anything but quiet. Chairs scraping ,coins rolling,glasses banging and worst of all was the 'gang language'.
I couldn't stand the pained look on Labi's face any longer as he beckoned to the women for a little silence. I bent forward and touched one woman on the shoulder 'quiet please! He's singing'!
'Oh' he is, is he ? ' Then she turned to her companions and said 'she touched me on the shoulder'. Within minutes I was surrounded by the gang of women and one who seemed to delight in pointing at me and holding my wrist repeating continuously 'come with me to the toilets we can have a little chat' . I shivered as I wondered just what that meant ?
This behaviour became extreme ! They had taken their opportunity when my husband had gone to the bar , he was amazed on his return to find me in a corner with a gang of 'women'
He instantly got the attention of the stewards.
It seemed like hours later but could only have been seconds when the manager appeared and grabbed an arm of each of us and led us onto the stage and out through the stage door where we said a brief bye to Labi who was wondering what was next going to happen.
A night never to be forgotten.....................