Today felt as quick as a dream.
We have been listening to Paolo Nutini since his debut Album, “These Streets” crossed our path in 2007.
If you know us; you would know we have probably pushed his music on you.
I remember in the earliest days setting up our lap top one night and turning out the lights to watch a concert online via MSN.com and we just bobbed and grinned to the findings of his Scottish rasp and soulful sound.
On a vacation to California that year we played his Album on repeat every afternoon into evening by the pool and the neighbours would knock and leave notes for us to turn the music down, but of course we could never hear them!
Little fact: there is a secret stripped down version of the song, “Last Request” at the end of the album.
We climbed aboard his train 10 years ago and today we boarded the train to his home town of Paisley.
How could we not, when we had a couple days off. We took the train from Edinburgh to 20 mins. outside of Glasgow where we wandered down a lane to a Ma and Pop gem, “Castelvecchi” 10 New Street, Paisley
(The fish and chips are the best we have ever had by the way) soon as we walked up, we tried to somewhat wipe the permanent grins we were carrying, but it was impossible and yes, I will admit it, I soon felt that of super fan status.
So much of this trip has been trying to soak in the moments that I feel are passing by too quickly to catch. … long story short; we were there just to enjoy, but naturally always in film/storyboarding mode, Director Kim Laureen decided that we should ask the Nutini family if Paolo’s Mom would be interested in being part of the Women behind the Men of Rock n Roll Documentary.
We wrote our email on a napkin and built up the courage to give the waitress our elevator pitch. She said his Mom wasn’t around today, but his Dad the cook would come over! Alfredo, decided to call his wife to ask her then waved Kim over to speak with her and I cannot explain how much joy and laughter this moment brought.
Here you can see Kim trying to translate between the thick Scottish accent in the middle of the kitchen where we always and never dreamed to be.
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