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EMMYLOU HARRIS AND THE RED DIRT BOYS
Hammersmith Apollo, London, September 14th 2008 |
| I
don’t think country fans get out enough. Take
the party sitting in our wonderful seats at the
packed Hammersmith Apollo – honestly oblivious
to the fact that ticket numbers actually mean anything,
sitting there comfortably with spam and sandwich-spread
sandwiches packed neatly in foil, and a flask of
tea, milk on the side in an old cough-mixture bottle.
Very homely, and given the way they wolfed it all
down, very hungry. Then, judging by the reception
they gave to support act Kimmie
Rhodes, not only hungry for British haute cuisine
but also for anyone with a Texan twang and a tragic
tale of woe to sing. |
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| Not
that Kimmie, with the assistance of her partner
on bass and son on guitar, wasn’t anything
but good, it’s just that she wasn’t
quite that good. So it was hardly surprising that
after the interval (“Do you think there’s
a bar …?”) they greeted Emmylou
Harris with something pretty close
to a standing ovation, which was repeated at the
end of her first song, ‘Here I am’,
from her 2003 album Stumble Into Grace. They simply
loved her to death for the whole night, which was
just as well. Because she was indeed fantastic,
and they were, after all, sitting in our seats. |
| I
was trying to think if any other country singer
sings with quite the same emotional intensity as
Ms Harris. |
| She
has a voice that plucks right at the strings of
the heart; sorrow, guilt, pain, regret and lost
love all echo from the sound and intonation of her
singing, and that’s before the almost universally
depressing lyrics come into play. There’s
no room for funny stuff here – it’s
unremitting hardcore country blues, without let
up, all night. “Here I am” is pretty
heavy stuff, but nothing compared with ‘Broken
man’s lament’ from her excellent new
album “All I intended to be”. And that
pales besides Merle Haggard’s ‘Kern
River’ – “This is my favourite
Merle Haggard song, just because it’s so sad”.
She’s not joking. But this is country music
at its most engaging, not least because Ms Harris
is supported by a band of the very highest quality,
the Red Dirt
Boys, named in homage to Oklahoma’s particular
genre of country music. Bryan Owings and Chris
Donohue, both from Buddy Miller’s band,
are on drums and bass. On keyboards and accordion,
composer and producer Phil
Madeira, on fiddles, mandolin and electrifying
harmonies Virginian Bluegrass prodigy Ricky
Simpkins, and on guitars Canadian singer-songwriter
Colin Linden. |
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| I
can’t tell you just how good these guys were
– Linden in particular dragging every last
ounce of emotion from some sometimes spectacularly
simple guitar playing – take the guitar part
on ‘Broken man’s lament’ –
which adds only greater piquancy to Ms Harris’s
vocals. |
| As
you might have guessed by now, it was pretty good.
Twenty-three songs, including almost all of the
new album, and materials from her back catalogue
that went as far back as her collaboration with
Gram Parsons on ‘Return of the grievous angel’.
And throughout, Ms Harris’s voice, though
sometimes slightly husky, was as true as a bell,
no more so than on the a capella ‘Bright morning
stars’, with Simpkins, Donoghue and Linden
in harmony. And having finished the main set with
‘Get up John’ she returned to encore
with ‘Together again’ and finally the
Oakridge Boys’ ‘Leaving Louisiana in
the broad daylight’. Ending with lyrics like
this – “Mary took to running with a
travelin' man, left her momma crying with her head
in her hands, such a sad case, so broken hearted
…” shows just what I mean by unremitting.
But that’s not the point – it was a
privilege to witness a performance of this calibre
from a performer who was unstinting in the amount
of effort and emotion that she shared with us. And
that’s what we agreed with our ill-seated
neighbours who were in a state of near ecstasy when
we left, although that might also have been due
to the two bags of assorted toffees that they’d
managed to eat during the show. Comfort food, I
suppose. -
Nick Morgan (concert photographs by Kate) |
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