![]() Played a certain way, though, a 12-string can compensate for bass and even drums. He performs to an intimate room of about 75 people on a Tuesday night with no band (too expensive to tour with: jazz-math-folk remains a shoestring affair). Walker, then, is excellent company, not po-faced at all, despite his deeply serious musicianship. A fan tonight buys him a beer in exchange for a free T-shirt. When he plays a winding, eastern-facing instrumental he recorded (but didn’t release) with fellow guitarist Bill MacKay (the two put out an album of collaborations, Land of Plenty, last year), Walker shouts “deep cuts!” with glee. ![]() At Caught By the River three days previously, where he played with a full band, he described himself as being “like a narc at a Phish show”, after asking the audience how they were doing just a little too brightly. Even later, he will joke: “I’m sweating like a stepdad at a sporting event,” before spooling out the night’s climactic workout, Summer Dress. “Working out my daddy issues on the stage, right now!” Later, he will mime the gurning, bear-like stagger of a drunken British teenager he once asked for directions. Then the spell is broken, and Walker grins wickedly. The song, one of the best on the new album, has been an uneasy meander around a romance, markedly more rugged and questing than the recorded version. He strums emphatically, he yips, goes off into another arpeggio, and ends abruptly with a final, violent prang of the guitar. He ebbs, he flows, he sweats, he shakes his hair he looks like he has not had a day of sunshine in years, or any nutrients other than chips. The racket coming off the stage belies the over-polite tang of the jazz-folk tag Walker acquired with his last album Later in the set he’ll cover Tim Hardin’s If I Were a Carpenter. Through those fingers flow many woody and august antecedents: difficult homegrown masters like John Martyn or Bert Jansch, wayward American travellers like John Fahey, more canonical voices like Tim Buckley the jazzy post-rockers of his adopted Chicago.
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