Clive Kennedy has a disarming rather old world charm that’s hard to resist and here he’s sharing some personal and family history unlike anything most of us has experienced as well as some of his superbly constructed songs. He seems sometimes befuddled but is always engaging and his songs move playfully from humor to some deeper emotional territory.
At one point he brilliantly expresses his satisfaction that through his father’s industry and invention he’s been given financial security insufficient to be a playboy but adequate for life as a musician.
What I didn't like
There was trouble with the onstage piano that made it sound a bit like a toy that stunted some of the impact of a few of the songs, and some missed sound cues disturbed the narrative.
My overall impression
Out of a suitcase that looks like it’s seen some serious mileage comes some musical brass tubing, concert posters and merch from the sixties… then it collapses… the suitcase, that is.