Most readers of this blog know what a huge fan of Nick Harper I am. And that I have blogged about him repeatedly, here, for example.
And hereâ€™s another blog in praise of this wonderful musician and songwriterâ€¦ and now fundraiser and world record holder for playing the highest gig in the world â€“ at Everest base camp. He did it as part of the Everest Rocks expedition to raise money for a hospital to help cancer sufferers in Nepal.
Photo from Everest Rocks website â€“ check it out!
He explains why he did this remarkable and arduous trek in this article from the Swindon Advertiser.
Last night, in Oxford, was our first gig of three we are to see him play on his current tour. Although he was physically on the stage at the Carling Academy, he was still mentally in Nepal, trying to come to terms with his life-changing experience and talked between songs about what heâ€™d been through.
I am always keen to expose people to the genius of Nick Harper, who, as Iâ€™ve said before, has more talent in his toenail clippings than many of today’s popular so-called musicians and singers. And yet Nick remains largely unsung.
So last night I managed to muster some friends and family to come along with us to see him. I was delighted that Nick broke a string in his very first song so my friends could see him demonstrate his mid-song string-change party-piece. They though he was great. Chrissy said: â€œYou didnâ€™t tell me about the guitar!â€ How could I, Chrissy? It has to be seen to be believed. Carole commented: â€œWow, what a voice! Such range and control! Incredible.â€ Yep. Greggie noted: â€œNow I understand what youâ€™ve been on about.â€
As usual, Nick played his little heart out. I particular last night I was delighted to hear him sing â€˜Imaginary friendâ€™, written on the day his mum died. And later, bu contrast Frank Zappaâ€™s crazy, wonderful song â€˜Titties and beerâ€™.
Roll on Tuesday when weâ€™re off to Swindon to see him strum his stuff again.