Went to what was one of the greatest gigs I’ve ever attended tonight. Damien Rice has long accompanied me as the soundtrack to some of those poignant events in life. He’s been there when falling in love and when love has left. Tonight, was the first time I’d seen him live, and the memory still resonates.
On a balmy evening we headed for the Palais in St Kilda. The old theatre was charming, and smelt like an old piano. He came on stage, and was electric from the first moment. What seemed powerful and ethereal on record was gut-wrenchingly heartbreaking in real life. He was accompanied by Lisa Hannigan, who was willowy, demure and has *the* most incredible voice.
Home now, but I think I’ll dig out some of those old albums tomorrow and try and live this evening over.