As someone who has considered taking a ten-hour bus from Vienna to Zurich to see Lucy Rose live, excited doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel about actually getting to see her in Edinburgh.
Arriving at The Caves early last Tuesday, my wait is pleasantly shortened by supporting act Charlie Cunningham – whose unbelievable Latin-music-like guitar skills and smooth voice are unfortunately drowned by the ever-mumbling crowd.
Due to him only using his guitar and performing on his own, the equipment on stage doesn’t need to be changed and after a short break the soft sound of a harp playing the same introduction as on her most recent album Something’s Changing is enough to shut everyone up with just the first few notes.
Not a minute later Lucy Rose and her four-piece band swiftly enter the stage and directly go into the song ‘Is This Called Home’. Every single person in that room is immediately touched by her music; her voice just creeps underneath everybody’s skin, enough to induce goosebumps.
About a third into the concert and several emotional minutes later, she plays ‘Middle of the Bed’. With those rhythmic guitar riffs supported by gentle drum beats one could be reminded of Katie Melua, which makes one wonder why this incredible artist isn’t better known.
In addition to Lucy Rose’s undeniable talent, her band is also absolutely incredible. In particular, her bassist and backup singer: a 6’6’’ potential look-a-like for Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, who probably eats what I eat in a week for breakfast but who sings in a falsetto voice that has the ability to make even the most hardened stoic cry.
What else could make Lucy Rose even more likeable? Her sense of humour.
Joking throughout the entire evening and making a couple remarks about how her music is often described as too soft for a lot of people and not hesitating to make fun of herself, she has the entire crowd wrapped around her finger.
Surprisingly, Lucy Rose appears to have a big fan base within the 60+ age group. That becomes apparent as she is talking about how only a few people would comment on her music with a phrase like “I fucking love it”, but at that point a man in his 60s (who happens to smell of whisky) comes up to me with the biggest smile and says, “This is Mr. Fucking-Loves-It” while pointing at himself. It was incredibly endearing.
Before ending her concert with an encore, she revisits her earlier musical stages by singing ‘Shiver’, - which unfortunately is majorly interrupted by a drunk person stumbling down the stairs. This leads to a moment of sincerity. She admits to having come close to quitting writing songs recently, as she felt like nobody wanted to listen to her work. However, she explains she had a change of heart while going on tour in South America, because she felt “that if there’s even only one person that loves my music – it is worth making it.”
I most certainly had a lovely evening, and I hope this one person is enough.