Post by thisisexploding on Oct 16, 2005 20:08:31 GMT
It's not every gig I go to that the main act stops the second song midway through because she's got a wedgie but, as Sam Brown pointed out, you can't go 'commando' when you're sat at the piano.. not without giving the front row more than they bargained for anyway.
It's also not every gig I go to that George Harrison's old ukelele makes an appearance, or a guy from the balcony comes down and joins in on piano. Or the singer admits they can't play bass guitar (but plays a couple of songs on one anyway). Or complains of sweaty breasts (it's the leather apparently) and burps into the microphone midway through a song.
Sam Brown, it's safe to say, likes to do it her way. She has a fine line in self-deprecating humour which comes across in the anecdotes both funny (describing writing songs with Nick Cave and Jools Holland) and sad (explaining how the the songs from her 43 Minutes album, inspired by and dedicated to her late mother, came into being) that she introduced each song with. And there is, of course, THAT voice; a husky beast that tears out of her.
The previous time I saw her live was ages back at The Wedgewood Rooms. There she was aided by a full band, and took to standing on the keyboards to belt out Stop after much cajoling from the audience (despite, by her own admission, having forgotten most of the words). This time we didn't have to beg. Prefaced by a wee dig at the Jamelia's re-recorded version we were treated to a stripped down, and awesome, rendition.
Watching Sam deliver it live, and having heard the inferior Jamelia version on Radio Local that very morning, it begged the question why bother re-recording it when the original stands up so well. That's record companies for you, and they're one of the reasons that Ms Brown had been out of the public eye for awhile (though still recording as part of Homespun). She's now her own boss, so to speak, as she has her own record label, Pod Music. New material, some of which made an appearance at The Brook, should be released later this year.
Her appearance at The Brook was an intimate affair and, on this performance, I hope she doesn't stay away so long next time. Though, fingers crossed, she'll give the sprouts a miss before the gig.
It's also not every gig I go to that George Harrison's old ukelele makes an appearance, or a guy from the balcony comes down and joins in on piano. Or the singer admits they can't play bass guitar (but plays a couple of songs on one anyway). Or complains of sweaty breasts (it's the leather apparently) and burps into the microphone midway through a song.
Sam Brown, it's safe to say, likes to do it her way. She has a fine line in self-deprecating humour which comes across in the anecdotes both funny (describing writing songs with Nick Cave and Jools Holland) and sad (explaining how the the songs from her 43 Minutes album, inspired by and dedicated to her late mother, came into being) that she introduced each song with. And there is, of course, THAT voice; a husky beast that tears out of her.
The previous time I saw her live was ages back at The Wedgewood Rooms. There she was aided by a full band, and took to standing on the keyboards to belt out Stop after much cajoling from the audience (despite, by her own admission, having forgotten most of the words). This time we didn't have to beg. Prefaced by a wee dig at the Jamelia's re-recorded version we were treated to a stripped down, and awesome, rendition.
Watching Sam deliver it live, and having heard the inferior Jamelia version on Radio Local that very morning, it begged the question why bother re-recording it when the original stands up so well. That's record companies for you, and they're one of the reasons that Ms Brown had been out of the public eye for awhile (though still recording as part of Homespun). She's now her own boss, so to speak, as she has her own record label, Pod Music. New material, some of which made an appearance at The Brook, should be released later this year.
Her appearance at The Brook was an intimate affair and, on this performance, I hope she doesn't stay away so long next time. Though, fingers crossed, she'll give the sprouts a miss before the gig.
