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Raphael’s Madonna with Child
I’ll leave you with the handsome and talented Paolo Nutini Part 1 because there is more to come. I only cried eight times!
Quick review, while I credit these amazing photos to the person above!
Now I’m not a concert go-er. I don’t like standing midst people who have recently discovered their elbows or people who like to be rambunctious in close vicinity to other people. But I must say-
Paolo Nutini is the realest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
My friend who was gracious enough to attend with me (having never heard him beside his “New Shoes” single yeeeears ago) was shocked that he wasn’t as old as his voice sounds. I can’t tell you the amount of soul I felt coming from this man. Italian, in all his hand movements (and name; I mean, Paolo…. c’mon), Scottish in his pronunciations, and then soul with everything else.
He played most of the songs from his newest album, something I half wished he hadn’t (but don’t blame him) because the songs were so heavy and we had just witnessed the incredibly talented but mellow and super chill opening act, Phox, and the mood was feeling a little somber.
Now, I’m partial to his second album, a more upbeat blues-jazz release. And he did perform my ABSOLUTE favorite numbers like “Pencil Full of Lead” and the second best performed “No Other Way,” but he performed his first album songs like “Jenny Don’t Be Hasty” with the tone that his his newest album revolves around: a more heavy blues, hardy rock sound. A noteworthy moment was his song “One Day” to which I became immensely emotional because I never wished Amy Winehouse to be alive again than in that moment. “One Day” was a song that screamed for artists like Paolo Nutini and Winehouse to perform. It’s beautiful, is all I can say.
Now this is why Paolo Nutini is the realest things I’ve ever witnessed. Not only does he leave the gimmicks (no showing off, no dramatics, no bad dancing), his entrance was flawless, entering in the dark immediately with a song to get the audience to ride the high of his impending show. Now this is what left me a dumbfounded and amazed… he ended with the most deep, most real song he’s probably ever written “Iron Sky” (watch it here) with such a white hot intense passion that I thought he would crumple, but instead he meandered off stage, leaving the band playing, leaving everyone to wonder whether he would return (his movements so casual), but we knew he wouldn’t. He left like a ghost, making me question whether what I witnessed really happened. It was so fitting that I turned to Kaylee and we left immediately amidst everyone wanting an encore. I wanted to remember that moment last and nothing more. I don’t know if he came back.
Shit was real doe.
I somehow feel that after a certain age, Indian films don’t know what to do with mature actors. There’s hardly any scope for people like us. Whereas in Hollywood, senior actresses like Meryl Streep or Judi Dench enjoy equal amount of adulation as their younger counterparts. So there comes the difference, the audience here is yet to develop that taste. Even if there are roles written for male actors like Amitabh Bachchan, senior actresses come nowhere in the list. It’s all very patriarchal. Undoubtedly, Bollywood is extremely male centric. We can only overcome it if that sexist ideology undergoes a change.- Sharmila Tagore