I enjoyed a fantastic gig last night. KT Tunstall played in Dublin in the national stadium.
I do like her records and expected a nice, entertaining evening, but the concert yesterday evening surpassed all my expectations. It was so full of energy and life that even though I could barely walk to the gig feeling desperately exhausted and tired from this week's happenings (work and I think I am getting too old for drinks during the week;)), I woke up instantly when KT came on stage.
This small (and very beautiful) woman managed to wake up every last person in the room and had everyone on their feet clapping, dancing and whistling when she performed black horse and the cherry tree.
It was also nice to see people of all ages in the audience happily chewing away on crisps and sausages and singing along with KT. One thing though; What is it with the eating at any kind of performance in Dublin? I went to see a classical ballet in the Helix last year and felt slightly disturbed when the romantic midnight love scene in swan lake was accompanied by strange smacking sounds coming from my right featuring a fairly strong-built man chewing away on chocolate éclairs.
Back to KT. I loved every minute of the concert and will definitely go to see her again and again. The only bizarre thing for me was the strong smell of sausages (I sat very close to one of the kiosks) and I do hope that I will not forever connect KT's beautiful music with the smell of sausages.
