Been a while since I’ve done one of these, and indeed it’s been a while since I’ve been to a gig; to be fair it was Billy Joel and that’s kind of hard to top.
But I heard a song on the inflight entertainment aboard Qantas as we pulled up to the gate in Dubai recently which put me in a surprisingly good mood given it was a delayed 14 hour sector and I was lacking sleep or good oral aromas. I googled the lyrics I’d heard later and found it was Nina Nesbitt.
So who the fuck is Nina Nesbitt?
Further googling revealed she is a Scottish / Swedish songwriter who has had minor success with a little album called Peroxide. So I listened to the free snippets on iTunes and decided it wasn’t half bad and bought it. After playing it around the house I googled again to see if she was touring and indeed she was playing a gig this week in Manchester at The Ritz. At £12 a ticket it wasn’t a massive gamble and I knew I could sweeten the deal for The Husband with a pre-gig visit to Temple Bar: a former men’s urinal in a bar underground in the middle of the street. Sold.
Suitably merry on some tasty 8% German brew, I led The Husband around the corner to The Ritz for the gig, thinking it was about to start on the advertised 8.25pm slot. Given there was a 10pm curfew I was reasonably confident this would be accurate. Not so. Nina made us wait 20 minutes. I shifted uncomfortably reassuring The Husband it would be worth it and definitely nothing like that Kate Nash gig I took him to back in 2007. (I’m still really sorry about that).
Thank fuck she came on and belted out the tunes then, all was forgiven. More than forgiven. This ‘KT Tunstall For The New Generation’ had some great tracks in her arsenal and although the crowd was full of mobile phone film crew, we both enjoyed it. The Husband is quoted as saying “I didn’t hate that at all”. Praise indeed.
Side note: you can tell there are some young crowd members… They make signs. Never seen a 40 year old hold up a hand made sign at a gig.
Here’s a few snaps from my mobile phone. If you can’t beat em…
Oh and a bonus for Bardon. Nina invited some randoms from the audience up to join her on ‘Stay Out’. What she was hoping for was a group of teenage girls to do backing vocals. What she got was a nervous girl with her parents. Dad is wearing a Christmas jumper, mum jiggled her oversized chest about on stage wearing leather hot pants. I tried to get a better shot but was laughing too hard to keep my phone still.