Because they were there
Because we heard Andrea Pattinson's demo and were
absolutely smitten by the voice, and just had to hear her
live at the King's Head in Allendale.
Because they don't write songs like this anymore.
Because the work of George and Ira Gershwin, Cole Porter and
the team of Rogers and Hart will live forever. Because
whether it's 'Day or Night' or whether the 'Willow Weeps
for me' as I dodge 'Between the Raindrops', only live
music is really real. Because 'Samba around a single
note' goes where other songs can't.
Because 'My Funny Valentine' makes me smile with my
heart. Because the medley developed by Nick Pride,
guitarist, into 'This can't be love' was so honest, so pure
and so powerfully true that shivers glissandoed
spontaneously up and down every backbone in the room.
Because the emergence of a startling new talent is a joy
to experience. Because the human voice is at once the most
fragile, and the most powerful, of all instruments.
Because time and love is all there is. Because 'It's just
the nearness of you.' Because 'Chucky's in love.'
Because there is always more to learn, whether it's the
lyrics to the South Bank Show intro, or a trip to the moon
on gossamer wings. Because the dynamism of a simple double
bass percussion like Paul Armstrong laid down last Saturday
night is all that is necessary to keep the music going.
Because 'It had to be you'. Because 'It was just one of
those things.'
Because everybody knows 'Fever'. Because you 'Don't
Fight Love.' Because 'The Lady is a Tramp.' Because the
appreciation of breathtaking phrasing, incredible control
and a voice like a cheerful diva is easy when they are
there. Because this music is universal, wonderful and
timeless.
Because the spontaneous eruption of frenzied applause
demanding the absolute necessity of an encore, as well as a
mirthful turn on the floor to 'Route 66', all come
naturally to the sophisticated audience at The King's Head.
I don't know, otherwise -- why do you go out to hear
live music?
Larry Winger
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