An old review of a very memorable night
From the moment James Yorkston took to the stage of a packed out Crawdaddy, the room was filled with a hushed respect for the Scottish singer. The audience was treated to an acoustic gig, without his backing band The Athletes; which was a perfect opportunity to enjoy his smooth and silky vocals and guitar playing.
Yorkston didn’t seem to have a set list per-say, so he just kept playing song after song with intermittent shy banter. Each song was sung with such tenderness that even the smallest creak could be heard in the room by fans who hung on his every word.
Yorkston’s real talent lies in the poetry of his lyrics and his speech in general and his songs tell incredibly raw, sometimes melancholic, stories.
A highlight of the night was when he called for a female member of the audience at random to join him singing ‘Blue Bleezin’ Blind Drunk’; which turned out to be a beautiful duet, as the traditional nature of the song suited the Irish female voice. He was also joined on stage by his support for the night and good friend Adrian Crowley.
It was wonderfully intimate, thoroughly enjoyable night.
Deirdre O’Brien
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