As an extra special treat, support was from local singer-songwriter, the magical Rosalind Harniess:

All in the majestic yet intimate surroundings of Colchester Arts Centre. For no more than a tenner a ticket, it’s hard to think of a better value Thursday night out.

This song is the tale of the brutal, cold-blooded murder of an innocent man, Mr. Jean Charles de Menezes. Murdered by those we trust to keep us all safe.

Just a Brazilian electrician
…
Hollow point was the ammunition

Jean Charles de Menezes died, aged just 27, on the 22nd of July, 2005. Cause of death: multiple gunshots to the head, in broad daylight, in front of hundreds of humans.

Threehundredsongs lived just three minutes from Jean Charles’ flat at the time. The number of occasions that we would have boarded the exact same bus; the exact same tube; experienced the same disappointment of pitching up at Brixton underground, only to find it closed. For security reasons! The irony! It could have been any of us, but

It was a gorgeous summer’s morning,
It was a gorgeous summer’s day
His cotton jacket was all he carried
As he walked out to face the day

The line about the jacket is apposite: the guy was not a security threat. Yet he was summarily executed, without trial, in a country that supposedly does not have the death penalty.

After the show I talked with Chris, himself concerned that he hadn’t played enough folk music for our little folk night. But we asked and talked and thought: what is folk music? Simply because the events happened in our lifetime, does that mean it isn’t folk?

No, it really does not.

Hopefully 200 or more years in the future people will still sing this song, paying tribute to an innocent man, murdered by the forces that are supposedly there to protect the innocent.

It’s kind of personal for me too. Not least because I got to meet Zoë on one of my very first shifts working at Colchester Arts Centre. Which is where I kinda fell in love with her, and loaded up on her impressive merch, in some sort of findom Stockholm Syndrome trance, presumably. But more accurately, she is a beautiful artist and thoroughly lovely person.

Which is the song? Well, Who Knows Where the Time Goes is a little too personal. We played the Fairport Convention original at my sister’s funeral and so I can’t ever listen to that song again. And nobody can ever come close to Sandy Denny anyway.

Can you cover a Joni Mitchell song and get away with it? Apparently so. Zoë’s interpretation of Both Sides Now nails it.

But I’ll go with Joanne. Apparently by Lady Gaga originally. Not an artist I’ve invested a lot of time in learning about, but the song is an emotional killer, and Zoë will show you why.