Journalist, musician, writer, actor, wino and meat enthusiast
Jez Fielder is a writer, actor and musician based in London.
Educated at the Universities of Glasgow and California, he has been a teacher, a content writer for ecommerce websites and currently works in international news.
He writes for (and occasionally performs with) his rock band Indigo Down They released their debut album ‘Gin Lane’ in 2005 and are launching their new EP in late 2016.
In the summer of 2008 he wrote and performed his one-man show ‘My Life is Art’ at the Edinburgh Festival. The play sees Jez adopt the guise of Sir Barrington Ganch, an elderly actor, writer, artist and critic.
The London sunshine had got far too samey for me. It was time for some proper rain. A last minute visit to Edinburgh was my only hope. Having sped around the venues getting customarily soaked and, like the local cheeseburgers, lightly battered, I offer you my gems of choice from the finest entertainment festival in the world.
Frost* are an extraordinary band. Part of their allure may be their commitment to hardly ever playing live. One expected to see Attenborough in attendance, such is the rarity of these creatures being on the stage together. It is, however, worth the wait...
With The Red Hot Chili Peppers and Heart back in the billboard album top 10, I started to wonder if there is a secret to rock n roll longevity. So I took my hair and my sunscreen along to this year's Ramblin' Man Fair to find out.
Bloomsbury have published the much awaited new novel by William Boyd. I've had a copy of <em>Sweet Caress</em> for weeks but was waiting until closer to the publication date to write this review. Trouble is, I was told the 10th September. And they released it on August 27th. And now, of course, you've all read it, haven't you?!
Directed by Matthew Dunster and given a stunning panoramic setting by Jon Bausor which added a filmic vastness to many key scenes, Betts' audacious version is by turns harrowing and hilarious, eliciting screams of joy from a good-humoured audience who were clearly grateful that the only rain they saw was on the stage.
He coped admirably with the mix and allowed Lazuli's layered sonic tapestries and dynamic arrangements to thrive, accompanied by some delightfully theatrical lighting, befitting entirely the shifting moods of the pieces.
So here I am, on the great man's birthday, on an incredibly mild January night at the Jermyn Street Theatre, sitting next to a young actress, recently graduated from drama school
(and I didn't even have to slip the box office lady any notes), and I in my late thirties, feeling all Trigorin with my projected gravestone reading: "not as good as Michael Billington."