I knew I’d be in for a special night when Ben Harper brought his acoustic show to the Sydney Opera House. The combination of stripped back music from one of my favourite performers in one of Australia’s most beloved venues was always going to impress. But I wasn’t prepared for just how much Ben would give us.
There was no support act, no backing band, no intermission: just Ben Harper and an enthralled Sydney crowd coming together for close to four hours. Never before have I witnessed an artist giving an audience so much of themselves and their time. He remarked a few times on the quality of the sound in the Opera House, the best he’d ever experienced he said, and it seemed he wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible.
The show wasn’t quite the acoustic evening we were promised. Ben didn’t mind plugging in his electric guitar for a blistering rendition of “Please Bleed” that morphed into “Something in the Way.” But no one cared if Ben played strictly by the rules. I was delighted to see him moving easily from instrument to instrument, delivering a number on his slide guitar, then taking up a ukulele, before sitting down at the piano. We even heard a bit of xylophone!
The set list was stellar, with many fan favourites and exciting reworkings of some of his biggest hits. I loved the bluegrass flavour he brought to “Steal My Kisses,” and the original lullaby stylings of “With My Own Two Hands.” I was particularly thrilled to hear my personal favourites “Walk Away” and “Waiting on an Angel” performed so beautifully.
The show was as much about connecting with words as much as music though. Ben seemed genuinely happy to interact with the crowd as they yelled out quips and requests between songs. He also shared so much of himself, stories about his family, his childhood, and the people he’s met. I was particularly moved to hear of the time he met Jeff Buckley at a French Music Festival, and when Heath Ledger gifted him his grand piano. These personal tales were made even more poignant when accompanied with “Hallelujah,” a Leonard Cohen song Jeff famously covered, and “Morning Yearning,” a song that saw Heath Ledger playing music video director.
After two generous encores, Ben closed the evening in true acoustic style. He sat at the front of the stage while he serenaded us with “Suzie Blue.” Without even a microphone to amplify his voice or ukulele, the crowd were hushed to hear. It was a stunning end to a spectacular night of music.
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INXS are undoubtedly one of Australia’s most enduring rock acts. They have created some of the world’s best pop rock anthems, and they sound just as tight as ever. Yet the parade of lead singers that have fronted the band in recent years has really let them down. Watching newbie Ciaran Gribbin prowl around the stage, I’m still not convinced they’ve got the mix right.
The night predictably took a turn for the better when Matchbox Twenty stepped out on stage. They opened with “Parade,” just as their new album North does, a reminder that they wouldn’t just rest on the hits of the past. However it wasn’t long before those familiar tunes came out to, to rapturous applause.
Matchbox Twenty did a great job of pleasing all their fans, with a set which drew from their entire back catalogue. I was thrilled to see them celebrating not just the singles but other strong album songs like More Than You Think You Are’s hidden track “So Sad So Lonely” and my latest favourite “Our Song.” The delicate “I Will” was gorgeous, and I couldn’t help wiping away tears as they performed “Push,” the first Matchbox song that touched me all those years ago. While I adore Rob Thomas, it was also exciting to see him stepping down from vocal duties for Kyle Cook’s shining moment, “The Way.” INXS returned for the final song, a cover of “Good Times,” an appropriate number considering the smiles on all the musicians’ faces.
This isn’t a night I can write about with any sense of impartiality. Seeing my favourite band is always something so special. I danced until my feet were sore, sang until my voice was hoarse, and marvelled at the magic that always comes when I spend time in the presence of this incredible band. Above all, their set was a set that made me feel. Rob Thomas has a way of making you forget that he’s sung many of these songs for more than a decade. He leaves his heart on the stage. His passion and charisma move you, and he’s only enhanced by his stellar band. And that is why I keep coming back. That is why Matchbox Twenty is my favourite band.
I can’t remember another international act gracing the Jazz in the Vines stage, but this British band fit right in. Despite hailing from the United Kingdom, the Dixie Ticklers had a real New Orleans vibe that took us back to the roots of jazz. With so many artists from this festival pushing the boundaries of exactly what jazz is, it was refreshing to see a band representing the genre so purely.
Grace Knight strayed from her pop roots and celebrated the standards featured on more recent releases. Like the fine wines we were consuming from the good folks at Tamburlaine, her voice only gets better with age. Her version of “I’m a Woman” was killer, and my inner child loving hearing her bust out her Eurogliders’ hit “Heaven (Must Be There).”
Willy Mason was first up with his deep resonate voice, killer guitar skills, and gentlemanly charm. He reminded me a lot of Johnny Cash, and I lapped up his classic brand of countrified folk music. His set was simple, without bells and whistles, but when music’s that good you don’t need a spectacular show to jazz things up.
I enjoyed Willy Mason, but I was wowed by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes. What a band. This was really my first introduction to their music; I’d heard “Home” of course but didn’t click that they were “that band” until their set closed. But I was enthralled from the get go. A dozen musicians sharing a stage will always make an impression, but this band has much more than bulk on their side. There’s such a lovely old-fashioned feel to the group, like they’ve just stumbled off some hippie compound with their bare feet and left of centre instrumentation. How exciting to see mandolins and trumpets and piano accordions coming together with the most exquisite harmonies! And then there’s Alex Ebert, aka Edward Sharpe, a compelling messiah-like figure with a captivating voice that dances mad, joyful jigs. I wish one of my photos could accurately convey what an incredible presence he has, but sadly the dim lighting and his rapid movements were against me. Despite my love for Mumford & Sons, I was disappointed when they announced their last song. I was just not ready for the set to end. I can’t recall ever responding so deeply to a support act.
That disappointment was pretty easy to shake off once Mumford & Sons took to the stage. These British lads must be one of the tightest bands around. I marvelled at the way their voices mingled together, with just a gentle acoustic guitar to accompany them, in the opening strains of “Lover’s Eyes.” The show kicked into a higher gear when Mumford & Sons took us back to their debut album with a raucous rendition of “Roll Away Your Stone” and “Winter Winds.” I really appreciated the way Mumford & Sons celebrated both their albums, treating fans to a roughly equal number of tracks. This wasn’t about pushing a new release; instead it was a night just about enjoying great music. As captivated as I was by the band, I loved looking down and taking in the faces of the crowd on the floor, jumping like one pulsing organism in the more frenetic moments, singly loudly and proudly along with their idols. There was an awful lot of love in the room.
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Darren could easily fill much larger places. His two shows at the original Lizotte’s sold out months ago. And he will graduate to greater halls when he plays the Sydney Opera House and Melbourne’s Crown Casino in the coming weeks. But clearly there’s a big part of Darren that revels in the intimacy a small venue can provide. He chatted easily to the enthralled crowd between songs, and played a generous two-hour set without the aid of a support act.
After such a lengthy set many artists would have felt they’d given all they could give, but not Darren. He was still happily signing autographs and posing for photographs when fatigue got the best of me. He might be one of the hottest acts in the Australian music industry at the moment, but it’s refreshing to see Darren’s got his feet planted firmly on the ground.
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In many ways this was the same show I saw a few months ago. The core stories remained, the outfits were every bit as loud, and the set list had just a few tweaks. The ’80s music took centre stage, much to the chagrin of a few murmuring nannas in the audience. They were treated to “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes” after intermission, and “Shout” at the conclusion, but David clearly had a vision for the night. As a child of the ’80s myself I lapped it up, even if I did feel a little sorry for those confused old ducks.
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