From Robyn's Cape Farewell diary
Finally it was our turn. After rehearsing in the ship’s bar at twilight as the coastline deepened into a purple silhouette, our keyboard, guitars and selves were lowered into the zodiacs and made their way to the un-smoke-free bar of the Hotel Uummannaq. I miss smoking in bars as a groover, but not at all as a singer – nonetheless we had a great hoot, adjusting each other’s vocal levels – Leslie was particularly good at that – from a mixing desk at the back of the stage. Martha and Leslie performed lovely solo sets, then Shlomo burst into a dazzling vocal beatbox section which really hit everybody, even the non-English speakers. Jarvis followed up with a Pulp classic, then recruited Martha and Leslie for backing vocals on ‘Femme Fatale’. Jarvis switched to miniature blue electric guitar and Ryuichi slipped behind the keys to join me on a song, then stuck around for my second whilst KT, Martha, and Leslie kindly crouched around one lonely mike to harmonize. KT called Shlomo back up and we romped through a couple of hers and into Vanessa’s set, which had the locals and the Russian crew all hollering with delight. There was a warm feeling between us all afterwards. I could sense, as ever, the way musicians are drawn to playing with each other like a vampire is to drinking blood.