Stuart Adamson on local Nashville TV, 1998 скачать в хорошем качестве

Stuart Adamson on local Nashville TV, 1998

This is a rare clip of Stuart Adamson performing on local Nashville television in 1998. The video was recently unearthed by the interviewer in this clip, Kimberly, whose mom recorded it on VHS when it originally aired. More than likely, no one's seen this clip since. Thanks to Kimberly for allowing me to digitize the video so we could share it with everyone. Kimberly has this to say in the way of background: "Channel 8 is the Nashville public television station, and Action Auction was one of the fundraisers they would do annually so they could have an operating budget. The Auction was going to run one weekend, April 16-19, 1998, if I recall correctly. I knew as chair I would be on camera a lot, so I went a couple weeks before the Auction to get my hair cut. Now, as it happens, I had somehow heard a rumor that Stuart Adamson had moved to Nashville. And I remembered that the previous year, the Auction had Nashville resident Peter Frampton come down to the television station and play a guitar to entice bidders. I knew Stuart wasn't Frampton-famous in the USA, but I had this odd little fantasy that maybe he would come to the studio and play a guitar for us. I happened to mention it to my hairdresser while he was washing my hair. And a couple minutes later, the next hairdresser over said, “I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I heard you mentioning Stuart Adamson. Well, he and his girlfriend own a management company here in town. You should call them.” So I called them immediately, and they took my information. Would Stuart be interested to come on down to the local public television station and play a guitar on air? We'd do a short promo interview, but that was the extent of any payment we could promise; he would be donating his time. They called me back in just 30 minutes. Stuart would be thrilled. That Saturday night, we went to [his show with Marcus Hummon at Caffe Milano], and after, my coworker dragged me over to meet him. When he introduced himself, my heart was pounding so loud. I think it was saying I KNOW EXACTLY WHO YOU ARE OMG. I couldn't hear him. I said, excuse me? And he got that look on his face, like, oh, another one who can't understand my accent. And he repeated himself. And I am sure there was a conversation, albeit brief, but I can't remember a bit of it. The next Saturday night was when he was due at the studio. It had been a hell of a week. Nashville had a tornado go directly through downtown on Thursday, April 16. I spent all of April 17 trying to find a rental car. April 19, after the Auction was over, my dad had a heart attack. And in the middle of all that, I spent an hour or so in the warehouse of the Nashville public television station with Stuart. Definitely the highlight. When he arrived, we were running behind schedule, and I had been across the studio typing up copy cards. (Yes, on a typewriter.) So I got up and came over to him. I was glad for the previous week, as I was able to be much more Nashville! I explained that we were running behind schedule. We went to the warehouse, and talked. Things I remember from that conversation: The moment I admitted to him that I actually knew EXACTLY who he was, as I was a fan of his work – he was surprised but pleased. We smoked a couple of cigarettes together. He said he didn't smoke on tour. Smoking wasn't allowed in the warehouse, so we were standing by the cars out the back door. He pointed out a late-1970s car, likely a Continental or an LTD, a real land-barge, and he told me that his father had been a fisherman and had gone to sea in a boat about the same size as that car. Stuart's own Dunfermline offered mining or fishing as opportunities when he was growing up, neither of which seemed like a very good deal to him. I hadn't seen this video, ever. My mom recorded it on her VCR on Saturday, April 18, 1998. I was there, so I didn't watch it. And then, I just never did. I tried several times over the years to digitize it, but the techs were amateur friends and, frankly, not that interested. Many thanks to Tom for bringing it back to us. So many things from that day are gone. WDCN became NPT about the time of this Auction. The longstanding, volunteer-loving station manager had retired a year earlier, and the new manager and her team were a little less sanguine regarding volunteers. They also decided they could make more money for less outlay with telethon-style fundraising, so this was the last Action Auction. I lost touch with the other volunteers, with whom I had been friends for several years at that point. And it wasn't too much longer that we had Stuart, either. Though many good things have come to us all since, this was truly a special moment for me. I hope you enjoy it.