Setlist
Hey Ma / WhiteboyDetails
- Venue: 94.9 Studios, San Diego, CA, USA
- Date: 3rd October 2008
Onto the House of Blues in San Diego. The venue is surprisingly compact and intimate for what is in effect part of a chain of venues. The walls are adorned and practically covered in all sorts of strange artforms, but it’s a setting that works. The venue’s sound set-up is superb, it’s extremely crisp and vibrant and ideal for a band with the amount going on musically that James have.
The start of the set is a little odd. Andy walks on and performs a solo piece which Tim refers to as a dare when the rest of the band join him a few minutes later. Dream Thrum opens the set and is well received. As in LA, the live version crackles and sparkles in a way the studio version never did and it’s great to see that despite having a great set of new material that James aren’t afraid to delve into their past and resurrect a song like this.
Oh My Heart is one of the band’s favourite new songs and live, it sounds like a hell of a lot of fun, despite the subject matter of the song. The crowd appear to be very responsive to the new songs, a little more lively than the previous two nights. Ring The Bells benefits from the sound in the hall, building and building to a stunning climax. Waterfall sits well next to it in the set despite not being too dissimilar in the way it builds and then explodes into an extended instrumental outro.
She’s A Star feels a little out of place in the set. It’s a pretty straight rendition of a crowd favourite and whilst there’s nothing wrong with the performance, it would have been nice to have heard something like Play Dead, PS, Five-O or Honest Joe in its place (which have all been played earlier in the tour and knowing my luck will appear in Anaheim when I’m sat on a plane home).
Hey Ma is introduced as being about Blair and Bush’s mistakes in Iraq which generates a cheer from the crowd. The delivery of the song gets fiercer with every play and it never ceases to amuse me when Larry almost winds the song up with his hand before the last chorus. Bubbles is again a highlight of the set. Lee hit the nail on the head in the Itunes commentary when he calls it a smorgasbord of what James are about. The song has everything in six minutes.
Seven and Getting Away With It slow the momentum down a little, before another astonishing version of I Wanna Go Home. In this and Out To Get You, which follows, the improvisational elements of James live show come to the fore. The casual James fan would stand agog at the quality of the musicianship, the multi-show fans marvel at the way the songs sound different night to night.
Tim halts Upside before the last chorus to get silence in the venue. It takes a while as some people seem to take this as their opportunity to make themselves heard, proving that wherever you go in the world there are some people who are just the wrong side of stupid.
Whiteboy is fun all the way through. It might appear a little throwaway, but it’s more joyful and upbeat than a million Kaiser C**ts songs rolled into one. Born Of Frustration starts with Larry and Andy’s guitar and trumpet calls and gets more of the crowd dancing than previously in the evening. Sit Down, with a slowed down first verse, steals the show though again. Sound is surprisingly truncated tonight, a slight disappointment given the heights it was taken to in the previous two shows. It matters not to the crowd though. There’s a lot of people here who have waited a long time to see the band and they’re not let down.
Lullaby starts off the encore and the crowd are much more respectful as the haunting melody fills the hall. The set concludes with the two songs that characterise James most in the US. At the end of Sometimes, the crowd need no encouragement to sing the refrain back to the band before Larry and Dave signal the start of Laid. There’s none of the pandemonium of a stage invasion as in LA, but noone’s complaining.
That’s the end of my US trip on this tour. I’m disappointed to be leaving now rather than finishing off in Anaheim, but it’s been a great experience and one I hope to repeat next Spring. Thanks to the guys as ever, Juliet, Mark, Julie, Cory, Mel, Lori, Andy, Daisies, Lila and everyone else I met – it was a blast.
It’s nights like this that bring home the stark fact that James have no peers in the music business today – a show so full of life and vitality and energy and twists and turns that you cannot fail to be captivated and drawn into a maelstrom. Los Angeles didn’t know what had hit it. British audiences have been treated to James for years and years and have maybe taken the quality of the shows for granted. James hadn’t been to Los Angeles to play a full-on headline show (I’m excluding Spaceland in June here) since 1994. Live, they were either a hazy wistful memory or one of those bands that just never came here.
Openers Uncle Bob were excellent and the crowd responded well to them, building a sense of anticipation for James, as the red curtain closed across the stage so that the crowd couldn’t see the preparations for the show going on behind it.
Just after 10, the lights went down and the opening bars of Dream Thrum struck up as the curtain moved back to reveal the band, Tim in a hat that was too big (by design I think) which was later almost to resemble a turban. The sound was a vast improvement on the previous night in San Francisco and the crowd immediately more responsive. It’s strange to have an album track get such a response, and particular one so fragile as Dream Thrum, but the history here is different to that of the UK crowds.
Oh My Heart is introduced as a song about breaking your heart so it can be transformed into something more beautiful, like a butterfly. None of the new material played tonight suffers in comparison to the more staple James favourites around them. It’s a mark of the high quality of the Hey Ma album that this is the case. The songs blossom further in the live arena. Waterfall stands tall next to Ring The Bells, a real highlight tonight. Andy is on top form, not just musically as his trumpet soars through most of the set including a rabid take on Come Home, but visually. He dances with Larry and, when not playing trumpet, stalks the stage tambourine in hand.
Hey Ma is introduced as a song about Bush and Blair’s actions in Iraq. There’s not much reaction until the song kicks in and the chorus builds and then the whole place seems to be singing it back. Very few people here at least seem to disagree with the sentiment of the song.
Bubbles, dedicated to Luca, is simply stunning, no other words to describe it. It builds and builds and builds and then explodes into a crescendo. Held together by Jim, Mark and Dave, it’s propelled by Saul, Larry and Andy with Tim dancing wildly and spitting out the lyrics as if he’s being exorcised. It’s magnificent stuff.
Seven gets its first airing for a while and maintains the energy of the set, before Say Something sees Tim make his foray off stage into the audience. It’s always a crowd favourite, but here in the US it’s one of the three most recognised tracks and is sung back by the whole place as Tim makes his way round the venue.
The pace drops slightly for an absolutely gorgeous version of Don’t Wait That Long. It hadn’t been done justice on the few outings in the UK last year, but there’s no such worries tonight. The backdrop turns red as Tim takes control of the song and shows off his vocal range. I Wanna Go Home is blistering. Like Bubbles it builds until the stage explodes in a sea of light and a cacophony of noise. It had been described earlier in the year as the new Johnny Yen. Musically it probably goes past that old friend.
Out To Get You has the crowd clapping and singing along in unison. The end section, including a jawdropping violin solo from Saul, again just demonstrates the uniqueness and unpredictability of this band.
Upside is marred by an incident where Jim ends up in the crowd. One of the guys next to me said something had been throwing stuff on stage for the past few songs. The song itself doesn’t quite catch fire in the way the rest of the set does, but that’s probably down to what had just happened.
Whiteboy is fast, frenetic and has the crowd back moving and leads into the chorus of recognition and Indian impersonations of Born of Frustration. The sound is huge, Andy’s trumpet piercing the air like a rallying cry to the crowd who need no encouragement.
Sit Down, freed from the chains of being “that song”, sounds fresh, vibrant and one of the most poignant and touching songs ever written. It’s group therapy, Tim holds his hand up at the “those who find themselves ridiculous” line.
Sound closes the main set and is the best version I’ve heard for a long time, if not ever. As it seems to be drawing to a close, it kicks back in even harder, held together by Jim’s bass whose beauty in its simplicity. But the real star of this song is Dave, who drives it along and dictates the pace and drive of the song. At the end, Tim stands and does a call and response to the audience on the “ma ba oooh” part. He looks visibly moved and, like the rest of us, drawn in to what has gone on and utterly captivated by it.
It feels like the applause is never going to stop as the band line up to take their bows. They’re clearly moved and taken aback by the ferocity of the response, but they deserve every little bit of it.
Finally, they come back for an encore with starts with Top Of The World, slightly spoilt by some knobs trying to sing Sometimes over the start of it. Without the distraction of Tim appearing in the crowd it’s far more eerie and the haunting bass hangs over the crowd as Tim half-sings, half-speaks the words.
The finale is madness. Sometimes starts up and the whole place erupts. There’s no need for any encouragement for anyone to start singing the chorus back at the band at the end, them taking over before the song is even taken down. It’s probably the loudest and most sustained I’ve heard it too, Tim dances along as the crowd get louder and louder until Larry breaks in with Laid and then all hell breaks loose. Tim invites a couple of people on stage and then everyone goes for it. The stage is so crowded that Tim jumps down to sing the end and to dance in the audience. As a celebration, as the end of a show, it’s one of those moments you only witness once in a very long while. I think Larry’s fond of the phrase “from chaos comes beauty”. It’s apt in this situation.
No-one really wants to leave at this point, but unfortunately that was the end. It’s a real privilege to watch something that special, that brings together so many people and includes them in what is going on up on the stage. Far from being a band that is back to milk their back catalogue, James are taking their legend and expanding on it, with a wonderful album and with a series of shows that, despite probably not being financially rewarding, are demonstrating that they have no peers in this arena and probably most importantly an exorcism of the bad vibes and disputes of the past. They looked like a band in love with itself and the music they are creating and experiencing the joy of sharing it with those around them. America has been treated.
It’s been eleven and a half long years since James last played a headline gig in San Francisco, the 1997 show being cancelled on the day due to Tim’s whiplash injury. Looking around the crowd, there’s probably a few people who felt that same kick in the guts turning up at the Fillmore on that sunny May evening. But they’re back and the sense of anticipation in the sweltering ballroom is immense, even the roadies getting cheered as they tune up. The crowd’s a wide mix from old school older in the face James fans to the very young, one guy having brought his two young girls along to enjoy their first show. They’ll be the coolest kids in class when the first gig stories get trotted out in years to come.
Just after 9, the band take to the stage, Saul playing guitar with his violin bow before the band break into She’s A Star. They sound sort of odd. It’s loud, but it’s not quite right and isn’t for the first half of the set, as if someone has taken the bottom end completely out of the sound. Tim’s vocals get a little lost at times in the mix, which is a real shame as he sounds in great form.
The new songs within the set fit in like old friends alongside the staple hits and the set is cunningly paced, with pretty much one Hey Ma track, one more familiar track throughout. There’s absolutely no need though, the new songs stand the test against the band’s history and it’s refreshing to see large sections of the crowd singing along. The band battle through the sound issues, only I Wanna Go Home really suffering too badly from it, which is a shame as it had probably to date been the highlight of the new songs. Come Home, getting on for 20 years old, sounds more fresh and invigorated than most of the rubbish that’s been pushed a cutting edge these days. Hey Ma is greeted by cheers of recognition and it’s even more surreal to hear an American crowd holler back the chorus than it was the British crowds from earlier in the year..
Tim comes down onto the barrier for Say Something, baffling the rather incompetent security guards who seemed to changeover twice during every song pissing off people stood towards the side in the process. The Laid songs clearly get the best reception tonight, the applause and shouting at the end being the loudest. Dream Thrum sounds gorgeous, Andy adding extra keyboards and the backing vocals really giving the song a life it doesn’t quite attain on record.
Out To Get You finishes with an improvised section and the whole band stood stage left. People stand open-mouthed, normal bands just don’t do this.
The highlight is the closing three song blast of Born Of Frustration, Sit Down and Sound. The sound seems to have been fixed by this stage and the crowd go wild. Born Of Frustration sounds huge yet intimate in these surroundings. Sit Down is simply wonderful. Not dragged out and extended, no fancy tricks, no call and response, it’s just a fantastic song, freed here from the baggage of a number 2 single and being the song half the crowd are waiting for. Sound is simply jaw-droppingly magnificent. As the song draws to a close, Saul drags it back to life, Dave takes over and Tim just sits and watches, as transfixed as the rest of us.
Top Of The World starts the encore and Tim appears on the balcony to sing the song. He looks at standing on the barrier and quickly realises it might be the last thing he ever did, so wisely chooses to stand leaning over. Again, the crowd look bemused, bands just don’t do this sort of thing. Sometimes finishes with mass singing of the chorus with the band kicking back in – initially they didn’t quite get the subtle cue to start singing back so it’s not as spontaneous as the band would like it, but it still sends the spine tingling. Laid, the best known song here, closes the set and there’s a stage invasion, badly managed again by the incompetent and overrun security, but seeing ten or so joyful San Franciscans on stage bouncing around. A great way to finish the set.
Overall, a great gig, it’s a shame the sound spoilt the opening parts of the set slightly, but it’s James. In San Francisco. It’s 11 years since I walked up to the Fillmore and saw the cancellation notices. I’ve seen them plenty of times since and it was still an exhilarating feeling to see them in the city. I can’t think how the locals felt.
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North central Milwaukee at the beginning of the fall, its noticeably cooler than Chicago where the daytime high was 30 C wehen we left mid day. In search of a pre-James show dinner, we come across an Oktoberfest celebration around the corner from tonight’s venue. Does it get any better than this? A James concert AND a Deutsche bier festival in the same night!
After one Oktoberfest beer too many, we find it does get even better – its one of those nights where the audience is fantastic and James grow on their energy, turning a good performance into a truly memorable one. Kicking off with the reflective elegance of set opener Drum Thrum, well received as always, James build up momentum with a four song Hey Ma sampler ranging from the great Oh My Heart to new single Waterfall, interspersed with a few older songs like Ring the Bells and Say Something. Then out of the blue the band bring the show to an early climax with a one-off (for this tour) performance of Honest Joe – the great rhythm section of Jim and Dave pound the beat into our heads whilst Saul and Tim trade vocals through megaphones, and Mark and Larry wash the sound with their keyboards and guitar. Before anyone can catch their breath, James move uninterrupted through the starkly different musical musical genres that are I Wanna Go Home and the acoustic Out To Get You, taken to a peak with Saul’s beautiful violin outro. The audience come close to collapsing after nearly 20 straight minutes of vastly different and great music; James are simply amazing.
Tim then takes us Upside with his dancing bears and Andy’s nice closing trumpet solo, before giving us that great single that never was, Whiteboy, with a distinctly different guitar outro from Larry that forms a duet with Andy’s trumpet. The crowd give a lusty welcome to Laid, with Tim reminding them that its actually a James song, before joining in enthusiastically to Sit Down. This tour’s version of Sit Down seems to be an amalgamation of assorted variations of this great song through the years – the warm, spine-tingling piano intro from December 2001, followed by the full band dancebeat entry from the ’98 remix and then closing with the audience singalong that’s been there off and on through the years. It really sounds good. And tonight’s extra long version of Sound seems to be just the right sort of set closer.
The audience chant James for a few minutes before they return to the stage for one of my favourites, Getting Away With It (though I could never figure out the lyrics), with Saul doing a really nice violin part tonight. Though the audience don’t seem to know this song (what a shame) James really pump it out perfect tonight. Then the encore takes a bizarre turn – Tim introduces on stage some bloke who is a local singer. The mystery guest proceeds to announce that the local baseball team, the Milwaukee Brewers, have won tonight’s game, thus entering major league baseball playoffs for the first time in twenty years; then he professes his love for the music of James and his gratitude for their first show in the US in over ten years, and then concludes his soliloquy by proposing marriage to his girlfriend of a number of years, once she’s found in the crowd. I feel embarrassed for the bride to be. After the show, in the venue’s beautiful downstairs bierstube/restaurant where we’re having a night cap, the groom-to-be enters and seems to be more pleased with his autographed James t-shirt than with his betrothed; best of luck to both of you. So, who’s going to ask if James play weddings?
Back at the concert we came to see, James, displaying their infamous wit, launch into a great take of She’s A Star, after an unusual (violin) bowed guitar intro by Saul. Beautiful. The encore then comes to a drawn out close with the audience doing a wonderful job singing out Sometimes. After a number of minutes, James return to the stage and end the night in a mellow mood with the gorgeous Top of the World. Indeed – that’s where we all are at the close of the show. What a great performance, enhanced by the venue – a thoroughly elegant and balanced ballroom at the Turner Theater. A former German gymnastics club, dating back to the mid-19th century, the ballroom suffered from a fire 50 years ago but was rescued by a local entrepreneur and is now providing a top class venue. The staircase up to the ballroom is decorated with a marble plaque bearing the names of the club members who gave their lives in the American Civil War 1861 – 1865. What a tangent deep into the heart of Milwaukee. Similar artifacts ground the building – it’s not only James that lasts.
Afterwards, we chat a bit with fans who’ve come to Milwaukee for the show from as far away as Chicago and Rome, Georgia. Meandering back towards the Oktoberfest, which as it turns out has just closed for the night, we bump into Tim in front of the tour bus and exchange a few words. We then wander a bit and find a local micro-brewery, still serving past midnight, and close the night with a large weiss bier. A perfect close to a perfect night. Perhaps proof there is a god, wherever she may be.
Review by BRD
Ah, another sold-out James show, this time in the historic Vic Theater in the tiny Lincoln Park neighbourhood of north Chicago. Though the venue is roughly the same capacity as the James show at Toronto’s Phoenix the other night, but the stage is far larger, roughly the dimensions of London’s Shepherd’s Bush Empire, allowing James to stretch out and run amuck. We arrive just in time to catch opening act Amy McDonald, from Scotland, who is a real spark live.
At roughly 8:40 James hit the stage to another warm reception – you’d think they were long lost friends who had reappeared after a ten year absence. To keep things fresh the band turn the setlist Upside down from the previous night – putting in 5 different songs and rearranging the running order of a number of the repeat songs. Not content to leave it at that, they re-arrange and truncate Sound as well. Its hard to find another band that is halfways as flexible and inventive as James are with setlists.
Andy is on this evening, whether its his great accompanying vocals in I Wanna Go Home, or trumpet work in Bubbles. Tim is a bit petulant tonight though – chastising the audience for not shutting up during his attempt at an extended silent break towards the end of Upside. Everyone makes up by the time Tim appears in a balcony box to sing encore opener Top of the World – always a set stopper this one.
The audience tonight seems to really get off on the older songs, whether its Ring The Bells or singing along to the chorus of Sit Down. And no matter which city it is, Out To Get You just brings the house down in pieces; amazing how that old chestnut continually makes that emotional connection with the crowd. Suprisingly, Hey Ma doesn’t seem to do much for the crowd tonight even though we’re in Barack Obama’s adopted hometown.
Saul as always is inspiring, whether its his great violin work in Top of the World, or taking over the vocal chorus of night closer Sometimes. And before we know it, in under two hours its over for the night! James always come and go too quickly!
Queuing quietly outside the soldout Phoenix with family/friends, I muse to myself that I’ve been waiting a decade to see James play in Toronto. In fact, their impending break up and long awaited reunion in this new millennium led me to the UK twice for numerous James shows. Inside, the venue is large, with a balcony at the back. We stake out a spot centre stage about 3 or 4 meters back from the front barrier. Its your typical well behaved Toronto audience, right into the music but not much pushing in at the front once the main set starts; a bit of a relief really when compared to a UK show which often has a few dozen lager louts who crowd in up front mid-show and purposefully stomp on toes when they’re not spilling their beer on you on the way back from the bar.
The long awaited moment finally arrives – James are on stage. They’re just brilliant – they kick off with Born of Frustration and just sweep away the audience for the next couple of hours. The crowd in Asbury Park the previous weekend were really into James but they’re walking in the dark when compared to Toronto tonight. The band gets caught up in the enthusiasm and even Jim Glennie bops and dances a bit through the show.
James promptly launch into two well received new songs, Oh My Heart and Waterfall, the latter in particular getting cheers of recognition, with the crowd joining the chorus and howling appreciatively at Tim’s extended note towards the end. As in other cities during this tour, the Hey Ma songs are warmly received and fit seamlessly into the setlist, whether it’s the rolling march crescendo of I Wanna Go Home led by Dave’s great drumming or the Vegas histrionics of Upside with Andy’s trumpet colouring. James underestimate the power of the new catalogue and their audiences by not including a Whiteboy or a Of Monsters and Heroes in their encores. Later in the set, Hey Ma with Larry’s great acoustic intro, which turns into an audience sing-song, finds a natural home in Toronto, the anti-war-in-Iraq capital of Canada, one of the few NATO countries NOT to send troops into the Bush/Blair expeditionary oil war.
Everything goes up a notch when ex-James member and now Toronto resident Michael Kulas is introduced on stage by Tim Booth. Kulas and Just Like Fred Astaire both get huge cheers of recognition, with Michael adding bass and vocals to the song – this truly a James one-off with duelling basses on stage. The warm reception of Fred Astaire is curious as the “Millionaires“ source cd was never released in North America; its obvious that James have short-changed their audiences by not including at least a couple of “Millionaires” in their tour setlist.
After having enjoyed a number of James shows in England and the US this year, its obvious that tonight’s guest addition to the band has raised Tim’s enjoyment and enthusiasm. As Fred Astaire progresses, its plain to see that Tim is truly inspired having former bandmate Kulas matching his vocals; you can see it in Tim’s eyes. Its further proof that Brian Eno knew what he was hearing in 1997 when he advised James they needed to add then guest vocalist Kulas to the band. James are again complete for a few songs tonight. The short and pithy Destiny Calling, now that we are older, is then warmly received, followed by the elegant and extended Five-O. The latter is raised to a new level with Michael’s warm vocals and acoustic guitar, which in turn incite Saul’s charging violin. The audience goes barmy as Kulas departs the stage at the song’s close.
A few songs later, Out To Get You seems to intersect the collective heart of the crowd, turning into another singalong, brought to a climax by the ever amazing Saul and his song closing violin piece; almost brings tears to the eyes. Just amazing. Just a bit later in the set, as the opening verse of Sometimes starts off, the audience joins in en masse drowning out Tim; the song seems to have filled that special place for North American fans that Johnny Yen held in UK fans hearts for years; the crowd transcends the moment. Then Laid breaks loose, joined by Kulas mid-song, bringing the main set to a breath taking close.
Encore opener Don’t Wait That Long, one of my favourites from Seven, sweeps the crowd off its feet with its building intensity and Larry’s great guitar work. I’ve never been able to figure this song out as I’ve always heard it as a musical genre outside of the broad James cannon; and another road they could have easily followed. All of a sudden the opening chords of tonight’s single Whiplash sampler She’s A Star breaks out – where’s Kulas when James needs him! As the song closes Tim thanks the audience for their great reception and to great cheering announces that James plan to return to Toronto in the new year; he asks everyone to bring friends along next time so that a bigger party can be had. Then Come Home snaps to a start – indeed that’s what James have done tonight – and then crashes to a cheer filled close.
After an elongated pause, James return for a final encore to bring us to the Top of the World – indeed. Like Pavlov’s dog, during the opening chords I look around the floor and the balcony, wondering where Tim will appear; I guess there’s no clear spot as he turns up centre stage. I close my eyes to the song and memories of great James concerts bounce through my head; I centre in on a recollection of the then last James show ever, December 2001, wandering by Wembley Arena looking for the box office, we could hear James doing Top of the World at the end of their pre-show soundcheck, sublime. Tonight has been added to that catalogue of great personal memories.
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After a bone jarring (due to road construction) 9 hour car trip from Toronto, we make into the Stone Pony just in time for our first of five James shows over eight nights, The room is a wide and narrow rectangle, perhaps 10 metres deep, with the standard flat black rock pub walls, but with a large outdoors bar at the back. A strange layout. The audience is a real demographic cross section, ranging from early twenties to sixties. There are a handful of James stalwarts around us who have gone to some of the US shows earlier this week and enthuse about them; and we are joined by a cousin of Tim’s, originally from Toronto, who has also gone to the NYC and Philadelphia shows. Planted at the front of stage left, we have an excellent view of both the stage and the “stage door” – an exit leading outside to the tour bus.
The show starts a lot earlier than we expected – shortly after 9pm – and James are on their game tonight. Starting off with two songs off of Laid, Dream Thrum and Five-O, they quietly engage the audience right away. Surprisingly, the next song, Oh My Heart off the new cd gets immediate recognition, as do all the other songs that night off of Hey Ma, even though it just got released in the US earlier this week. I suppose that’s the power of the internet – spreading the music long before its available commercially. Seven is up next and comes across well. And that defines the set list for this tour – lots of Hey Ma and Laid songs plus a good taster of even older songs, with Millionaires and PTMY the largely ignored poor orphans – a shame that. The crowd are really into it tonight. But there are a few songs where, for one reason or another the air leaks out of the tires. Larry’s guitar is just amazing through the emotionally intense Don’t Wait That Long, but the audience quite obviously don’t know it and aren’t sure how to react. And the politically charged Hey Ma noticeably quiets down the crowd; we must be in a red state.
Saul is really enjoying himself tonight, quite a contrast to the spring UK shows where he often appeared to have a black cloud hanging over him. And Saul just gets better and better through the night, whether he’s pounding the abbreviated drum kit in Waterfall (I forgot how much this adds to the song), twelve-stringing Ring the Bells, or getting the violin to cry in Out To Get You. I have to admit I’ve underestimated how much Saul really contributes to the overall James sound; just amazing.
Speaking of which, the sound system is just crap, with Tim’s voice, despite being in fine form, often crackling in the PA, which even makes it difficult to sort out what he is saying between songs. Despite this, Tim has the audience eating out of his hand; hitting the zenith when he comes down off the stage to sing into people’s faces during Say Something. This segment of the night is always interesting; a quasi religious experience with the laying of hands on the idol and shoving song requests in the face. Then all of a sudden James are surrounded by whooping Indians as the crowd lead them through Born of Frustration, clearly a high point for everyone. Then the ever dependable Mark’s opening piano chords of that old English folksong, Sit Down, quietly meander through the venue, taking a few phrases before the audience realize what it is; they go absolutely mental. And then its over. What? Already? There’s got to be more! Christ, its another 9 hour drive home. But it was worth it.