Easy journey by tube as the Victoria Line had a good service as I went up to Hammersmith Apollo with a complimentary £50 ticket to watch the last show of Mick Hucknall’s “Soul” tour 2013. The Apollo is shabby, shabby, scabby but I liked it. The punters were mostly middle-aged and older white folk with a fair smattering of thirty somethings. The bar was doing well.
Songstress Moya warmed us up with effort put into her singing but very little into her stage dress. I expected sequins. She missed an opportunity to work the stage. Maybe I’m too in love with “The Voice UK” that I forget singers don’t always dress like celebrities.
Young skinny Mick made his entrance and the crowd was ready and willing to have him. That man can sing. He took old soul tunes from New Orleans and gave them his flavour which we relished. He sang a tribute to Etta James by mastering that “Rather Go Blind” song and covered some Dylan too. The lighting was fantastic and of course the band was as tight as always.
I have always highly rated ole big head and that is because he is a proper artiste, a full-bodied craftsperson of the stage, able to involve his paying audience, interact sincerely and lovingly with them and he knows how to sing. He articulates all the words so the lyrics are never lost. That is important because Hucknall only chooses songs and writes those which use the vocabulary of his fans. There are many clichés which we all use and understand. Hucknall incorporates them all into his hackneyed poetry. “Money, money, money” is cleverly topical and I did feel there was an huge nod to the Tory-imposed austerity in our country at the present. Stupid as the seats were £50! But it kept us all united and illuminated in the surreal setting where lights were turned on us or jigged to represent a mirror to show us how our beauty is within us. Clever Michael.
SkyArts always shows Simply Red concerts and I always watch them again and again. I love Hucknall the perfectionist.