Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *
Sam Lyon in Liverpool. April 2017. Photograph by Ian D. Hall.
There is always time to stop and look into the eyes of another soul, to understand if possible even just a fraction of their whole being, for in that the songbird makes the day seem beautiful and the humanity shown is enough to make the recipient sing with even more pleasure than ever.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *
Paul John Walker in Liverpool, April 2017. Photograph by Ian D. Hall.
The constant revolution that transpires across Liverpool’s music scene is almost a daily walk through just what makes the area such a magnificent beast to appreciate; the impact of the past, the blast created by the sound of The Beatles still reverberating round the city over 50 years on, its echo enthusing the new generation of musicians, either born in the city or those that make their way from obscurer pastures, that keep making sure that Liverpool retains its place as the holder of song writing love.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10
Eleanor Nelly, Liverpool. April 2017. Photograph by Ian D. Hall.
If Paradise is half as nice as Liverpool on sunny but freezing cold day then to be honest it can only be enhanced by the sound of one of the city’s daughters being heard in the centre of the main shopping area and being so entrancing that she could be heard at either end of the main street and possibly the echo reverberating all the way to Nashville where she was going to spend the next week on the next step of her music career.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
Cal Ruddy in Liverpool. April 2017. Photograph by Ian D. Hall.
If there is a gentleman to admire in this world, a young man of stature and beaming smile at all life has to throw at him, then a photo fit arrangement of the face would surely have the very likeness of Cal Ruddy attached to it. The same facsimile would also urge anyone close by enough to hear him take on the acoustics of an indoor or outdoor arena to revel in the artist’s work, to realise that to be at the very start of a flourish is only to regret not being there before the guitar was ever picked up and see the first signs of intrigue that blossomed in its early infancy.