Ricky Ross was a childhood figure for me. I held him in high regard, as I listened to the lyrics of Deacon Blue in the late 80s and dreamt of all things Scottish. Little to my knowledge that all would turn out blue and white with a tinge of tartan, some years later.

When I made the last car journey from England to Scotland with the boot full of our last possessions, Ricky was on the radio, the right decision was made and that man was there again. He was introducing his new show on BBC Scotland called “American Tunes” and the second show would be a live gig with other singer song writers. The gig was part of a week long festival to celebrate the opening of the new BBC Scotland building at Pacific Quay in Glasgow. 

Suzi and I signed ourselves up to attend the evening, being #3 on the guest list, it wasn't overly subscribed as you see. The evening was very surreal; no I didn’t turn into a screaming Take That uber-fan but let the music and experience flow over me.

The final icing on the cake was asking Ricky for a photo after the show. This page will undoubtedly mean much, much more to me than anyone else but just putting down in words is a cathartic experience. 

Enjoy the pictures.