Another standing ovation

​This year’s count of Celtic standing ovations continues to climb, with another one in the Concert Hall last night for the sold-out screening and live soundtrack performance of From Scotland With Love, Virginia Heath’s powerfully moving documentary collage of Scottish Screen Archive film, with original music by King Creosote, performing here with a 10-piece band. Simultaneously spreading the love way beyond Glasgow was the BBC’s broadcast of last week’s triumphantly heart-lifting GRIT opening concert, which itself continues to spread the renewal of interest in Martyn Bennett’s music that seems certain to guarantee his legacy.

Feeling the love was one blissed-out punter on Twitter, who was moved to post, “Wow! @ccfest is so bursting with talent & emotion think Glasgow will spontaneously combust & fly off into space” – though hopefully not before February 1st, much as we appreciate the sentiments. Also tweeting from somewhere in last night’s happy throng was none other than Svend Brown, Director of Music at Glasgow Life and of Glasgow UNESCO City of Music, who was likewise evidently enjoying his Celtic entertainment: “2nd time in a week I’ve sat in an audience roaring its head off with delight @ccfest: this festival touches hearts”.

There was a fine tale heard at the Festival Club last night about a group of Scottish Gaelic musicians travelling to Belfast for a gig, which had been booked over the phone, under a title that translated into something like ‘Gaels of the Heart’ – or so they thought the promoter had said. Anticipating one of those Scottish/Irish hands-across-the-water affairs, they were a little disconcerted to discover that the show’s name actually meant something more like ‘Gaels in the Jail’, and was a fundraiser for Republican ex-prisoners. Of all the places – and the kindred languages – to get lost in translation…

It’s getting to that stage of the game when Donald Shaw starts losing track of which car he’s meant to be using, from a choice between at least two of his own as well as a hired festival vehicle. Realising last night that he’d left two different vehicles in different parts of Glasgow on his travels, he enlisted one of the production team to retrieve the second one – the only problem being that his reluctant tee-total helper usually lives somewhere very remote and rural, and really doesn’t like city driving. He only agreed on condition that he would follow Shaw in the second car back to its overnight abode – which led Shaw on a decidedly merry dance of a journey overall, before he eventually made his way home. Maybe that’ll learn him.

Those familiar with the gnawing hunger pangs that frequently hit after midnight during this marathon festival – once your pre-gig dinner is six or seven hours in the past, but there’s still a good stretch of the night yet to go – will be glad to learn that the Festival Club at the Art School is now serving pies. They only ordered in 50 last night, which were all snapped up by 1.30am, even though it was quietish in there: today’s order, we’re reliably informed, is for 150. Last night also included the first sighting of a distinctly bemused new security guard, wary of the crowd’s noisy exuberance as they bounced about to the awesomely propulsive sounds of the Angus Nicolson Trio, but unable to spot anything actually resembling trouble. How to handle ceilidh dancing – plus even a dash of Cossack footwork from one gentleman – clearly hadn’t been in his training manual.