I was born on the 26th October 1941 the youngest of eleven children. To escape the bombing my mother was taken to Wrexham, returning to Merseyside after I was born. My mam's name was Aggie and I was christened Charles Alexander after my dad. My beloved brothers and sisters are Harry, Derek, Arthur, Jack, Dot, Sylvia, Doreen and Joyce.
I was reared in the dockland area of Birkenhead and the view from our front window was a mixture of docks, dumps, railway lines, oil factories and the coal wharf. It sounds grim but my childhood was far from that. Surrounded by a loving family, animals and of course music my early years were extremely happy. My brothers were all sailors and apart from the guitars and all the music, they brought home gifts from all around the world. I remember sitting enchanted by the scent of the wood in a guitar brought from Spain, my imagination afire at the sight of a small canoe carved by natives of West Africa, pistols with real revolving chambers from the US and getting my first pair of dungarees from Canada. Small wonder I so eagerly awaited the return of each brother from another trip.
Our house was always full of animals and apart from dogs and cats we also kept chickens in the back and at one time a duck. There was also birds - budgies, canaries and finches and a very special gift of a monkey smuggled in by my brother Harry. This little delight with the unimaginative name of Jacko made me very popular with school friends. These things apart, my brother Jack, a sort of scouse St. Francis, was always bringing home assorted four-legged waifs and strays. When that house was earmarked for demolition I climbed in to have a last look round for old time sake. In my mind it had seemed so much bigger. In reality it was very small and I was amazed to think how it could have been a home to so many people and animals.
I was always surrounded by music and my dad told me I used to sing myself to sleep when I was about three. He was a ballad singer billed locally as the Silver Voiced Tenor and one of my earliest recollections is of sitting on his knee at a 'do' and duetting with him on You Take The Tables And I'll Take The Chairs . My mother's favourites were Gracie Fields and Hank Williams - now there's a combination. My brothers of course were returning from their voyages with the first guitars I'd ever seen and wonderful country music from such artists as Hank Williams, Jimmy Rodgers, Ferlin Husky and Montana Slim. They'd often arrive home with a group of friends and a crate of beer and I'd sit enthralled as they laughed and sang the hours away.
At Primary School I had blonde shoulder length hair (yes long hair even then) for a while my dreams fluctuated between being a great footballer or a great artist (see picture!). The long hair had been cropped at the time of this picture - I think the result of a basin-cut (so called because you put a basin on the head and cut round it, in the days when you couldn't afford a barber) from my brother Arthur.
At the age of about fourteen when I was in Grammar School my brother surprised me one day trying to play the guitar - I think I'd managed the first few notes of the Harry Lime theme. He ignored my self-consciousness and showed me a couple of chords. I was hooked! I'd sit up 'til late playing Hank, Elvis, Jimmy Rodgers, etc. Of course my education began to suffer and my headmaster, the kindly Mr. King, later commented that I'd had a good academic future ahead of me until I'd discovered that 'damn banjo'. Thank God for that 'damn banjo'.
Disenchanted somewhat with the world in the wake of my mam's death when I was only twelve I left school early and made minor excursions into the work place. I worked as an apprentice telephone engineer, on the railways, in the flour mills and wound up trying to be one of the lads.
I was soon bored with my situation however and decided that for excitement I, like my brothers before me, must travel. Finding the Navy Office closed I joined the Army without informing any of my family. My sisters were in tears but armed with my guitar and a D.A. hairstyle I set off to Wales to do my training. I then applied for a posting in Hong Kong and with typical army logic found myself in West Germany. I made many great friends (some of whom I now meet up with on my travels) and started to play in bands with such exotic names as the Rockavons and the Onions.
One abiding memory of my army days was of the Cuban missile crisis. Being only thirty miles from the border I was convinced that within a short space of time I would be dead. I went into town for a few drinks on what I thought would be my last night alive. Wending my way home I passed other NATO camps which were a hive of activity with troops loading supplies and ammunition by arc lamps.
Arriving back in our camp what did I find? Our lads were padding around polishing floors and locker knobs for an inspection the next day. Was I relieved when the Russian vessels turned!
After leaving the army I was back in Birkenhead and jobless. I left for Coventry and after a short stint as a postman I decided to return to Germany. I arrived in Dortmund with the equivalent of about half a crown to my name, to audition for a band called Chicago Sect. I'd been singing country songs and ballads around the pubs back home and of course knew very little about Tamla Motown, Rock etc. The band were not impressed at my ignorance as I shook my head at each song they suggested. Just as it looked like I'd have to hitch back home someone asked if I knew any Ray Charles. I knew Georgia! I sang it and was in. Thanks Hoagy Carmichael!
I was in Dortmund for about nine months during which time I married Thelma who had been a dream of mine since I'd first seen her as a teenager in Birkenhead. I'd been in Dortmund supposedly saving for our future but sad to say I'd had a marvellous time but returned home skint. Thelma bought my suit for the wedding on a cheque from her mother and she and our two witnesses (all that were present apart from the priest) paid for our drink, etc. We celebrated unknown to anyone in the local pub Murphys.
Once I was married I became a little more responsible and although I played with the local bands I worked a variety of jobs during the day. At various times I was a grocery store manager, driver, navvy, quality control engineer (bluffed my way in) and finally a teacher. All the time my dreams were of music.
During my teaching years I began to write to try and fulfil my ambition of being a professional singer and to bring about the musical recognition I sought. Ironically I began to make a name as a writer and my singing was overlooked. However through my songs I began to meet people who have since become great friends to me. People like George Hamilton IV, Daniel O'Donnell and of course Foster and Allen. Tony Allen it was who first invited me to Ireland and I've been going there ever since. I love the heady mix of joy and melancholy, anarchy and reverence, the humour, the music, the people and of course the odd pint of Guiness!
So I'd arrived in 1994 thinking that all my efforts had been largely in vain and questioning God about giving me musical talents and yet seemingly thwarting my every move. When I surrendered my will to Him, He stepped in swiftly and powerfully and with the help of Gerry Anderson, Pat Kenny, numerous Irish DJs and the Irish people and of course Ritz Records my dreams began to be realised.
With the great support of all the marvellous people we have met all around England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales, namely you, I now have the life in music I had always striven for. God bless you and thank you for everything you have done for me and my family, Thelma, Charlie Jnr, Allan and Jamie. Yours, Charlie.
My father was born on the twenty sixth of October 1941 into a hobnail world of cobbled streets, Dickensian waifs, men that could bend six inch nails with their bare hands, steam trains that smoked the dock cottages, cannon shot laced leather footballs, villains in striped jerseys crouching in swag bag alleyways and the river Mersey; that great gateway to adventure with its tall ships and tellers of tall tales. Spit and sawdust playtime, coal fire warmth, he was the youngest of eleven children. Doted upon by his sisters and lavished with gifts from foreign lands by his seafaring, guitar toting brothers, his humble beginnings were romantic, rich and musical. There was also the plate throwing, stray dog jockeying pet monkey Jacko, the bad tempered guard goose, chickens, cats and faithful dogs; such a wonderful palette with which to paint a childhood.
I never met my Grandmother; she passed when my father was only twelve, leaving a sense of loss that I believe still remains. The only sense that I have of her is that she loved well and was abundantly maternal, I would guess that wherever you where, so long as she was with you, it would feel like home. Sadly I never met my Grandfather either, he passed when my father was eighteen, although fortunately, billed locally as the silver voiced tenor; I believe his gift lives on.
Sadly, when what was once idyllic began to fall apart, mother gone, sisters marrying and moving away; my father regretfully retaliated by trying his hand at walking down the wrong side of the tracks. It surprises me not a jot that his foray into rapscallionism was a pitiful failure and lasted no longer than the sting of the wrist slapping that brought him faithful to his moral compass once more.
He began his adult life by wrapping his belongings in a small red spotted handkerchief, tying the handkerchief to the end of a stick, throwing the stick over his shoulder and then toddling off to join the army. During his military career he did see action and at times the fighting was intense, however he was not decorated as all the action took place not in the field, but rather in the local bars, the NAAFI and various dance halls. Guitar in hand, song in his heart he was posted to Germany in 1962. Thus, successfully managing to avoid all the clamber of the Merseybeat boom back home, he enjoyed relatively conspicuous acclaim playing to crowds who’d already had their appetites for rock’n’roll whetted by travelling English combos such as ‘Rory Storm and the Hurricanes’ and that other bunch. Indeed, due to a catastrophic catalogue of ‘close but no cigar’ encounters and ‘twas nearly’ twists of fate, by the time I came along my father had already made quite a reputation for inventively evading notable recognition for his musical abilities.
As a child I remember lots of music, always music and the strange characters that are helpless drawn to the warbles of the talented minstrel. There were cross-eyed bin men, safe-crackers, navvies, pub landladies with dogs as big as horses and faces that barred any child-like instinct, the great stoical legends that were my uncles, biscuit bearing aunts, croonless crooners, spoon playing fidgeters, string busting strummers, wrecking ball pianists, magicians, the odd drunk or two, the even odder drunks aplenty, orators and yarn weavers that left men howling in their wake. A quite remarkable cast, the extraordinary thing is that the worst thing I’ve ever heard anyone that knows my father say about him is, ‘he’s got a big nose hasn’t he’. That said I have known him undone by a careless word; I did once ask him upon his returning home late from a Sunday afternoon gig, ‘how come your eyes are so red dad?’ The tut that consequently emanated from my mother, coupled with the slighted look on my father’s face still haunt me to this day.
We never seemed to be what you would call affluent, all my father’s cars were crippled ancient and always in and out of the intensive care unit that was our driveway, but we were never so poor as to be denied our Sunday evening delicacies such as a ‘French Fancy’ or a bowl of ‘Angel Delight’. He’s always been the sort of father who wouldn’t lend you two pounds to go and watch a film that he didn’t approve of but would give you two hundred to go and listen to a string quartet. I remember once asking him for thirty pence so as to buy some monkey nuts, he didn’t like us eating sweets so when he stumped up I realised that instead of imagining me off to the sweetshop, he must have reckoned me on my way to a health food store. I got to the end of the road before turning back. When I told him the confectionery nature of the monkey nuts I had in mind, hoping upon hope that my honesty would impress him enough to give me his blessing despite the sugary content, he simply said, ‘oh no I won’t give you money for sweets, I’ll have that thirty pence back thank you’. There are two ways of looking at this, ‘miserable sod’ or ‘good on him, he stuck to his guns’, I can’t quite remember how I took it at the time.
I have two brothers, Allan and Jamie, I would have had three but Roy passed away when he was only a few days old, ‘my dad said that God couldn’t bear to be without him’. He used to read us stories and often brought his guitar to our room and sang us to sleep. For those of you who have heard my father singing quiet, melancholic songs, it’ll come as no surprise that I often used to lie there with my head under the sheets dribbling tears onto my pillow, eventually falling asleep in a right state.
I remember my father having lots of jobs, I can’t remember him ever having one that he particularly enjoyed though, that is apart from the job he always did, namely to entertain come nightfall with his guitar and voice. I saw him many times in the local pubs, foot stamping like a monumental kick drum, guitar jangling like a well tuned tambourine, medleys of driving melodies, voice wailing soulful one minute then quietly enchanting the next. People occasionally say to me nowadays, ‘you must be so proud of your dad’, it is usually said in reference to the fame he has achieved, whilst the only answer I can honestly offer has little to do with his fame; ‘of course I’m proud, he’s my dad, besides he’s always been a star, and even if he couldn’t sing a note I couldn’t be prouder’.
We got an inkling that my father’s flame was casting a longer shadow when we started receiving telephone calls from the likes of Ken Dodd; the first of which I mistook for a prank call. However it wasn’t until he played on the Kenny live show in Ireland that his long borne hope of making music full-time became a reality. After the show he came back home and continued teaching at the school he’d been at for fifteen years. It was only when my brother happened upon the Irish charts on teletext and told him that his album was at number two, that any of us realised that maybe after all these years, just maybe, he was going to get his chance to really have a go at it and dedicate all his time to the gift that the Lord richly blessed him with. And so it is many years later, thanks to all the people who have helped him on his way, from the first ripple of applause in a smoky Birkenhead saloon bar, the first words of encouragement from friends and family, to the fans I know he so gratefully cherishes today, that my father can live the dream that bears positive witness to perseverance and the Lord’s faithfulness.
It’s not all spangled shirts, flash socks, soppy ballads, rave reviews, awards, hob-nobbing, television appearances, concerts and blow-waved holy picture hair though. I once heard it said that grandchildren are the Lord’s reward for not killing your own kids; all I can say is my father must have been sorely tempted, because every time the little ones come to visit, one glimpse of him Peter Panning about the house with a huge grin on his face, and it’s obvious that they are a reward he feels he truly has earned the right to darn well delight in. God bless you all. Oh by the way, he has got a big nose. Charlie Junior, survivor.
The famous statement of Charlie's Grammar School Headmaster Mr King - “He had an excellent academic career ahead of him until that damn Banjo got in the way” is absolutely correct, as Charlie was exceptionally intelligent. He could have easily enjoyed success in any number of fields, but it was his love and the strong lure of music that became his obsession. Eventually, at an age when most peoples’ musical careers would be in their twilight years, he achieved his well deserved success and became the star his talent had long warranted. However, for many years it seemed that the life in music that he yearned for was doomed; unfortunately unbelievable circumstances outside his control cropped up at critical times to go against him. A lesser person would have thrown the towel in and accepted it wasn’t to be. If the Almighty was testing him on how sincere he was with this passion for music, as Charlie believes he was, Charlie certainly passed the test. His strong belief in Him, together with his personal doggedness, talent and ultimate desire to be in the music business came through in the end.
Charlie ventured into various forms of employment, finally using his academic ability and training for three years, qualifying to become a teacher in late 1978. This led to various stand-in teaching positions, finally securing his first full time position in 1980. He remained at the same school until 1995 when he was afforded the opportunity to give it up and become a full time musician. These very varied experiences gave him a great foundation, a down to earth understanding of what life is all about, as well as providing him with a wealth of material which has often been used in his song-writing.
After leaving school at sixteen he soon found himself in his first band The Top Spots. One gig offered him an early entry into the musical history record books. The Top Spots had been booked on the same bill as the Silver Beatles. Somehow Charlie missed the gig and the chance to tread the boards with the biggest and most famous band in history – The Beatles.
When, at an early age Charlie became somewhat disillusioned with life, he decided to follow his brothers and see the world. He tried to join the Navy, but as their office was closed he finished up joining the Army in March 1961 for a spell that lasted just over four years.
While Charlie was in the army his old band The Top Spots transformed themselves into The Undertakers, thus becoming one of the top legendary bands in the Merseybeat era. Sadly Charlie missed out on this.
Even in the Army Charlie couldn’t be separated from his love of music and his guitar. In 1962 he was posted to Germany, where the people loved their Rock & Roll as much as the folk on Merseyside. It wasn’t long before he was performing in another band, The Rockavons (1962-4), whose members were all Army personnel. They had a good following in the local town of Fallingbostel and surrounding areas.
Charlie then moved camp in 1964 to Celle and became the lead guitarist in the newly formed band – The Onions, again it was all army personnel and they played mainly for camp functions and the like.
In 1965, not long after leaving the Army and returning home, he received a phone call from one of his musician friends who had also been in Germany. Ron Thomas, who had been the bass player in The Rockavons, was returning to join a band called Chicago Sect, who were as it happened, looking for a good singer. Ron recommended Charlie who passed the audition and went on to enjoy nine months touring with the band. Although they didn’t earn very much money and lived very rough, they became one of the top groups in the Dortmund area filling all the venues they played and gathering a great following.
While playing with Chicago Sect Charlie missed two excellent opportunities. On one occasion Ron Thomas had been informed of a talent competition in a prestigious local night club and wanted Charlie to enter. Sadly Charlie refused. The following week it was on again and Charlie finally agreed to go. They won it convincingly and received a bottle of Champagne as a prize. The owner of the venue, who was also one of the judges of the competitions, asked why they hadn’t taken part the previous week. He assured Charlie and Ron they would have won easily, and the awards on that occasion were a recording contract and several TV appearances. Needless to say Charlie wasn’t very popular with Ron for missing such a golden chance.
Another time, Charlie and Ron travelled to Ariola Studios in Cologne, in an attempt to interest the executives in signing them. Charlie sang two songs and they were impressed and offered him a contract, but without his friend Ron. Charlie’s loyalty wouldn’t allow him to do this, and so after negotiation, they finally agreed to give them both a contract and to record a single for the German market; to be arranged for a later date. However, Charlie had to return home to England, as by this time he was married. To pay for the trip back to Cologne, Charlie intended to borrow the money from his brother Arthur. Unfortunately Arthur had been involved in an accident and didn’t have the money at the time, and so Charlie couldn’t return to Germany and sign the contract and complete the recording. Another opportunity missed.
On his return from Germany Charlie formed a duo, first pairing with Kenny McGunigall, and then later with Dave Carter, and took to playing in local pubs and clubs. He was the resident performer in The Pacific Pub in Birkenhead for 22 years.
There appeared to be a big breakthrough in 1968 when none other than the famous Roy Orbison had been very impressed with a demo tape of Charlie and was on the verge of signing him for his own record label. He had requested that Charlie come down to London, where he was opening his new studio, to meet him for an audition. On his arrival however Charlie found that Roy had dropped everything and flown back to America, as he had lost family in a house fire. This tragedy transformed Roy’s life and another opportunity for Charlie had slipped by.
In 1968 he was invited to play with the country group ‘The Trade Winds’, later renamed ‘The Everglades’; this was for only a short period and Charlie moved on in 1969.
Charlie was developing a big name for himself in the local area, guaranteeing a full house wherever he played.
In 1972 Charlie and guitarist Kenny McGunigall appeared on Hughie Green’s TV programme Opportunity Knocks. They performed ‘The Long And Winding Road’ which went down a storm. Even the lead singer of the eight times winners “Airborne” complimented Charlie and Kenny on their performance, and graciously said that he thought they would win. He went on to say if Charlie recorded the song he would go out and buy it himself. Unfortunately they finished second to Airborne, as sadly just prior to the TV Show, the Post Office Department in Birkenhead went on strike and all the local votes didn’t arrive on time. Charlie was later informed that if they had arrived on time, they would have won – another near miss !!!!!.
Charlie continued with Kenny playing locally in their duo, but determined to make something of himself, he worked extremely hard to qualify as a teacher (1975 – late 1978). He secured a teaching post in early 1980 and settled into his new career. However, in the evenings and on weekends, he still pursued his musical dream, and in 1984, to spread his net further afield, he embarked on a solo career. This period lasted until 1995 when his big break came. Prior to 1995 Charlie travelled far and wide plying his musical trade playing musical festivals, pubs and country clubs etc. This often resulted in him and Thelma sleeping in the car, as he would travel great distances determined to no longer miss an opportunity. One such journey involved travelling through the night from Cornwall to Cumbria to perform the next day. During this period he also used his spare time to take advantage of the opportunity to apply his song-writing ability in his capacity as a teacher, writing songs for the children to sing at assembly. ’My Forever Friend’, ‘Special’, ‘If Only I Had Wings’, ‘Things My Ears Can Do’, ‘What Makes Me Happy’, and ‘God Knocking On Your Door’ were all written for the children. Charlie’s serious song writing had begun.
Charlie’s talent started to gain recognition and he appeared with George Hamilton IV at the Wembley Arena before thousands of people, headlined the British Country Musical Festival in Worthing, appeared on the Wembley Conference Centre as part of Mervyn Conn’s great International Country Musical Festival, for the songwriters presentation and performed at the Albert Hall as part of the cavalcade of British Country Music.
All his hard work was beginning to pay off and 1988 saw the start of his numerous awards beginning to flood in: 1988 and 1989 Lazyacre C.M.C. solo awards, 1989 Smokey Mountain C.M.C. solo artist of the year, 1989 Cliffsons C.M.C. top solo award. This gained him momentum and by 1990 the Music Industry were starting to sit up and notice Charlie’s ability, both as a song-writer and a singer; he went on to win every award possible in the Country Music scene. The awards are too numerous to mention individually, however, they comprise of best songwriter, best song, best male vocalist, best performer of the year, best album and International Country Album of the year. He also received a nomination as best Global Country Artist in the Country Music Association Awards in Nashville. Many of his albums have topped the Country Charts, as well as getting into the British Pop Charts. He also became one of the all-time biggest selling artists in Irish Music history.
In 1990 Charlie produced an 11 track cassette of his own self penned songs called ‘Heaven Knows’, which he recorded in a Studio in Bolton, and sold while doing his various gigs around the country.
Other artists, also recognising Charlie’s ability as a song-writer, started to record his songs. The well known UK Country artist Little Ginny recorded ‘No Time At All’ in Nashville of all places. This was followed by Ireland’s premier duo Foster and Allen recording ‘I Will Love You All My Life’ which became a massive worldwide hit for them. A further accolade came when George Hamilton IV also recorded ‘I Will Love You All My Life’ and dubbed Charlie his ‘favourite British song-writer’. As Charlie’s success gained momentum it led to his work being covered by several other well know artists including Jack Jones, Pat Boone, Daniel O'Donnell and many more.
Charlie met Mick Clerkin and signed his first record contract with Ritz Records in 1992. He recorded and released ‘Songs From The Heart’, ‘What Colour Is The Wind’, ‘With You In Mind’, ‘Further Down The Road’, ‘The Very Best Of’ (Compilation), ‘Still Can’t Say Goodbye’, ‘Live From Dublin’, ‘The Collection’ (Compilation). Video/DVD’s ‘An Evening With’ and ‘Shine Your Light. Charlie also signed the world-copyright over to Ritz, which meant they had control of all of these albums and some of the songs he had written while signed to Ritz.
It was a very successful partnership and Charlie and Mick Clerkin became very good friends. When Ritz was later reorganised, this resulted in Mick Clerkin passing the Managing Directors roll over to someone else. Sadly, in 2000/1, Ritz UK became the victim of the ever changing recording scene and went into liquidation. Unable to pay their creditors including Charlie, it was at this time that his back catalogue was transferred to the newly named record company Rosette Productions (Ritz Ireland).
With the demise of Ritz UK Charlie signed with Telstar Records in 2001 releasing ‘Once In A While’, ‘Movin’ On’ and ‘Smile’. Sadly Telstar also became the victim of the growing uncertainty of the recording scene and went into liquidation in 2004, unable to pay their creditors, again including Charlie. Unfortunately Charlie had again signed the world-copyright over to Telstar, which meant they had control of all of these albums, however in this instance, he was able to purchase these back from the liquidator.
The friendship between Charlie and Mick Clerkin had remained strong over the years, and with Mick having the majority of Charlie’s back catalogue, it made sense for Charlie to sign with Mick’s new record company Rosette Records, which he did in 2004, licensing the ex-Telstar back catalogue to them. This resulted in the release of ‘Reflections’ (Compilation on license to Demon Records), ‘The Greatest Gift’ (Christmas Album), ‘A Portrait Of Charlie Landsborough’ (Mainly a compilation on license to Demon Records), ‘My Heart Would Know’, ‘Heart And Soul’, ‘The Storyteller’ (Charlie introducing why he wrote each of the songs), ‘Under Blue Skies’ and the DVD ‘A Special Performance’.
Charlie approached Mick and they came to an agreement in 2009, to return the world-copyright of all Charlie’s albums to him. This resulted in Charlie signing for Demon Records in 2010. They have repackaged Charlie’s back catalogue of albums and released ‘Nothing Lasts Forever’, ’Love, In A Song’, ‘Destination’, ‘Silhouette’ and released an up to-date The Very Best Of.
In total, Charlie has successfully released 22 – Albums, 2 – Comedy Albums and 3 – DVD’s to-date, and his sales are racing towards two million albums sold.
As a result of his success, Charlie has appeared on many TV shows. Granada’s TV one hour special documentary on Charlie – The Road to Nashville, Granada’s TV Christmas Eve Service from Liverpool Cathedral, Songs of Praise from the Liverpool Metropolitan Cathedral, Songs of Praise from Goodison Park (Everton Football Stadium), Terry Wogan, Gloria Hunniford, My Favourite Hymns, the Daniel O’Donnell Show, Phil Coulter Show, Rose of Tralee TV Show, Making a Difference TV Show, London TV Talk of the Town, London Weekend TV, and performances on GMTV and the now much missed Pebble Mill Live which both resulted in the switchboard being jammed with a record number of enquiries. Charlie is also continually in demand to appear on radio all across the country.
Charlie’s talent and recognition has also led to a number of other notable events, with his performances receiving rave reviews. One such was being invited to close Ireland’s Special Paraplegic Olympics with his own song ‘Special’. He was also George Hamilton IV special guest for three nights on the Grand Ole Opry, performing to full houses, which was unprecedented for a UK artist. He also performed at the prestigious Liverpool Summer Pops Festival where the Liverpool Philharmonic Orchestra accompanied him and his band, before a sell out audience of 4,000.
Since 1995 Charlie has toured the UK and Eire twice a year building up a large following for his live work. He has performed at most major concert halls and theatres including London Palladium, Labatts Apollo, Birmingham Symphony Hall, Liverpool Philharmonic Hall, Glasgow Royal Concert Hall, Belfast Opera House, Belfast Waterfront and Dublin’s National Concert Hall. He also tours Australia regularly.
Charlie’s song-writing is easy on the ear and blends a great cross section of anthem, ballads, blues, country, and folk with a strong and often personal lyric content. This mixed with his wit and repartee, has led to a winning formula which has made an impact on so many professionals and fans alike. Every time he tours we are inundated with comments on how much people have enjoyed his concerts. The following few articles/comments from the Media and TV/Radio presenters actually do more to endorse Charlie’s ability to write songs and perform than any statement we might wish to make:
From Nashville neon to rolling Celtic green, Charlie Landsborough's take on country music swept his
audience off their feet. Not an empty seat in the house-and with good reason. Beautiful ballads were
definitely the favourites, but when the band cranked it up-Yee-ha! Ride 'em cowboy, with a
thigh-slappin', foot stompin' compulsive clap-along numbers that galloped on apace, giving us virtuoso
accordion, guitar, bass and keyboard performances. This was a slick show, polished to perfection from
the outset-all directed with an unexpected theatrical flair. Landsborough cuts a dramatic figure anyway, but
more striking still was his extraordinary ability to tell a good story, both in his songs, and in his gently
humorous, familiar banter between each number. And his gift had depth, because he knew first-hand
about life's struggles.Most touching was a tribute to his father “My Father used to Sing”, in which he sang
“My father had the gift of song, and he gave his gift to me ”. Having described his father as a
“silver-voiced tenor ”, Charlie went one better. His was too warm and rich to describe as silver,
it was golden, as was
the whole evening.
Andrea Charters, Queen's Theatre, Barnstaple.
I 've known 'Charles Alexander Landsborough' - as I always call him, for many years, and, as time has passed,
it has been my privilege to watch him grow to incredible and wholly deserved stardom. In an industry not noted
for compassion and sincerity, both in his music and in his persona, he shines like a beacon before almost anyone
else I have ever met or worked with. He is adored by hundreds of thousands of fans, and doesn't have an equal.
Richard Spendlove, MBE, BBC Producer/Presenter (South and East of England)
Charlie is like good wine, he matures over a long period, but when the cork is popped its well worth the wait.
Gerry Anderson BBC TV
I was at a Willie Nelson concert in Nashville recently and I heard him referred to as a “modern day Shakespeare” - the thought occurred to me that there's one in Shakespeare's own country too, and his name is Charlie Landsborough. I don't know who the current "Poet Laureate" of England is, but I'd like to "nominate" Charlie as the next one. In my opinion he certainly "qualifies".
I'm a Charlie Landsborough fan and I am honoured, privileged and richly blessed to be a friend of his.
May God Bless you, Charlie, and may you stay “Forever Young”.
Geo. Hamilton IV, Franklin, Tennesee, U.S.A. (The Colonies)
Charlie is often asked what sparks him off to write a song, His answer is usually it comes from incidents in life and it can come at any time you just don’t know. This is why people relate to Charlie’s lyrics/songs. It’s amazing how much of an impact Charlie’s lyrics/songs have on people. We literally have received thousands of e-mails and letters stating how his songs have helped and comforted people in various situations/occasions. Many Charity organisations use his songs for their theme song on their websites and they are used continually at weddings, birthdays, funerals and special occasions. Many schools from the south of England to Scotland have adopted Charlie and his music. This truly is an amazing endorsement to the impact and success Charlie’s song-writing has contributed to the music industry. This has been recognised by the British Country Music Association inducting Charlie into their HALL OF FAME. Charlie is a very dedicated Christian and his Faith is extremely important to him. This is evident with some of his songs, however, he strongly believes that everybody has the right to choose in their own belief. He is very intelligent, genuine, approachable, a true gentleman, dedicated to his music/Fans and most of all very well respected as a person by those who know him. This is a remarkable achievement for a lad of very humble beginnings and The Charlie Landsborough Story will gain momentum and has many more years to run. WATCH THIS SPACE.