Ray

So, went to see Ray La Montagne.

What. A. Voice.

I loved it and I love him, in a manly way. There was a woman doing a funny thing with wrists and fingers which I think was a weird sort of conducting, and doing some singing along too, which always adds to things.

I loved that Ray was so painfully shy he didn’t introduce himself or say anything for 4 songs. Just straight into it. And, my God, what a set. My penchant for unimaginably painful, tortured songs brought a highlight in Burn, but Jolene was perhaps just too beautiful, and should have been escorted from the building for its own good.

At the end, the band left one song after another, leaving Ray to finish with All the Wild Horses. And then he sort of shuffled off too. It was just so good to know that all that pain and torture is real – I can listen to him with renewed confidence now I know he really does share my pain.

I hadn't quite got the hand of my phone last night though as some of these lowlights prove: