Damien Rice’s music captivated me from the release of his debut album O. Yet strangely, even though he’s a regular visitor to our shores, I hadn’t managed to catch him live. Those shows always clashed with others or came at the wrong time. So I made things right last night when he visited the beautiful State Theatre.
I thought I was in for a special night, but it exceeded my expectations. All too often musicians tour a set show. The songs mostly stay the same, they tell the crowd the same stories, simply subbing out city names where appropriate. The performances are carefully crafted to appeal to the masses, and to some degree it works. But when artists have such a clear plan, I think it can also undermine creativity, spontaneity, some of the foundations of music. So it was refreshing to see an artist like Damien Rice who throws out the rule book and gets back to basics.
Damien doesn’t use a setlist. Instead he relies on instinct and lets the evening play out as it’s supposed to. Sometimes he played the music that felt right for the moment, in others he agreed to the requests of his passionate audience or asked his talented cellist and vocalist Francisca Barreto what she felt like playing. He also doesn’t go for the usual staging either. There are no big screens behind him and lighting is minimal. That might not be ideal for photos, but I loved the intimate atmosphere these choices created.

I had my first inkling that this wasn’t any ordinary show when he played his first number, an unreleased track, on his knees hunched over a harmonium, a small light barely illuminating his face. I was mesmerised. He moved on to more familiar territory with “Delicate,” the opening track from O, but even though we all knew it you could hear a pin drop. It was almost as if we collectively worried that adding our own voices to the mix might break the spell.
It took until the eighth song for someone to yell out a request. “I Remember,” an excellent choice Damien was all too happy to oblige. This opened the floodgates for others to suggest their favourites. He was generous, delivering many songs the audience held dear. I’ve got to commend those vocal fans for choosing so beautifully. But all too soon he told us that he’d need to start wrapping up as people had work in the morning. How I love a musician who’s so considerate on a weeknight! And so, he gifted us with his breakthrough hit “The Blower’s Daughter” mixed with a little of Radiohead’s “Creep.” It was glorious from the start, but turning down all the microphones, so he was simply singing to us, made it magical.
Honestly, I hadn’t expected an encore. That song was so powerful, I wasn’t sure where he might go from there. But sure enough, he came back with Francisca and delivered a beautiful version of “Cold Water” silhouetted against the stage’s backdrop. I didn’t need to see them because I could feel them. Damien ended the evening with another unreleased track, bringing the evening full circle. On any other night these might have seemed like strange choices but on a night like this, which was more about appreciating music than singing along to it, it made perfect sense.

As I left the theatre, and again now as I relive it in my mind, one word echoes in my brain: transcendent. It means “beyond or above the range of normal or physical human experience.” That’s what this concert was for me. I see a lot of concerts. I love many of those shows. But I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced a night quite like this. Thank you Damien Rice.
Damien Rice continues his Australian tour in Mulubinba/Newcastle. There are limited tickets for that show at the Civic Theatre tonight before he plays his final sold out show in Meeanjin/Brisbane on Thursday.
Photo credit: Stephen Katulka


Rob downsized his band to a trio and delivered stripped back versions of songs, ensuring their lyrics came to the fore. It was so exciting to hear a new complexion to upbeat tracks I’d heard a couple of nights before like “This Is How a Heart Breaks” and “Lonely No More.” I also loved the chance to hear the songs that didn’t make Wednesday night’s performance. “Heaven Help Me” from The Great Unknown probably would have been lost in the electric set, but it was perfect for this more intimate evening. “Sunday Morning, New York Blue,” a track lifted not from an album but the Someday EP, was another welcome new addition.
Anyone who’s read this blog for a while knows I love an acoustic show. Jumping around and dancing to a band turned up to 11 is a blast, but it rarely moves me as much as sitting down listening to songs stripped back to their core. Add in personal stories about the origin of those songs and I’m sold. I’ve seen Rob Thomas perform many times, and I’m sure I’ll see him many more, but Friday night’s acoustic show is the one that will stand out from the rest. It was perfection.
I feel like I’ve been floating on a bit of a cloud since Sunday night. Not even a workload so heavy that I haven’t been able to write up a review until now has been able to penetrate my post-concert haze. That is the feeling you get when you leave one of the very best concerts you’ve ever seen. That’s how I feel after witnessing the first State Theatre show of Prince’s Piano and a Microphone tour.
It’s a big call to name someone “the voice of a generation.” It’s the sort of thing you typically read on marketing posters, knowing it’s about selling tickets more than the truth. But if there is an artist that’s earned that mantle, I think it’s
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The result was honestly mixed. If it was simply Tony and the Sydney Symphonia musicians, I think the sound might have been more coherent. However, with those trademark electric guitars and keys still present, sometimes the sound got confused. Sometimes it seemed like the musicians were competing against one another, but in other places the marriage was perfect. It was certainly an interesting experiment, but not one that always worked.