Jul 03, 2005
His music was great, obviously, but when he finally did speak...it was little louder than an intimate whisper..smoky, shy, but with thought. He really had a way of capturing the crowd...even when he tuned his guitar the entire hall was silent, as if even that was something to take notice of. I think my attraction to people like this is the fact that it's so opposite to myself...it's something to be appreciated, a refreshing change. Speaking of...you'd think that he sounds kind of like a pushover...yeah, I think some of the jerk-offs in the front row thought so too. So here they are heckling him to speak up, and he turns to them and says: "In America, we just tell the hecklers to fuck off" Ha!! Loved it!
Favorite part: of course the encore. He ended the show, playing my favorite song.. solo...finished the song, put down the guitar, said thank you, and with one hand in his pocket..walked off stage.
Promotion moment: If I haven't already given you the CD (Trouble) , I urge you to buy it! I'd recommend listening to it during breakfast, or with a fine bottle of wine.
I went to Glasgow Thursday to watch my first Ray Lamontagne concert...it was incredible. I've adored his record since I first bought it last Feburary, thus I was seriously excited to finally have the chance to witness him live. I had imagined him to be a sort of Santanaish looking guy...don't really know why, Lamontange is obviously a French name. Well, he didn't look anything like what I imagined...he was tall, skinny and with a beard. He wore a t-shirt and baseball cap...very cash', very Aubrey-type (except the beard, but I must say he wore it well). Anyways...He came on stage, didn't say one word, just began the first song..."oh there's blood on the floor, just this heart on my sleeve that's bleeding "...."kiss him once again, just to prove to me that you can...I'll will stand here, burn in my skin" he was solo acoustic, thus absolutely amazing. You know, when you've seen enough concerts you are able to discern the stark difference between those who are really enjoying themselves and those who are just doing another show. He was defiantly enjoying himself...singing with eyes closed, knees bent on the most painful/beautiful parts of the song...it really makes all the difference to the viewer. He was later joined by a cello and drums, which was great because it kept it intimate while expanding the sound of the songs.