Patrick Wolf played on Monday 21st of March in the Sugar Club in Dublin, and I was lucky enough to gather up enough energy, after my long weekend in Wales, to make it to the gig. Monday night gigs are tough, and as much as I was dying to see the man perform, he didn't really help himself by keeping the crowd outside waiting, by nearly one and a half hours, before they would allow entry. The excuse given, was a problem with broken sound equipment, awaiting replacement from Belfast. Either way, I sure don't let these things annoy me. In fact I have been known to share Herr Wolf's relaxed sense of time, on occasion. The mood was building in the Sugar themed club, and he played well to the adoring and forgiving crowd, helpless to the sound of his velvet voice. Onlookers in the crowd included Wolf's own family members which resulted in the man himself looking very proud in front of his committed Irish followers, amidst them of his own true blood.
Here are a few moments captured by snaps.
My favourite moment was after his beautiful opening song, when funnily enough I ended up at the VERY end of the entire crowd, as a man does. Having dreamt the night before of being right up the front, within spitting distance of the man himself, SLR camera in hand, snapping away with my new flash and winning smiles, this seemed like a dose of a reality kicking Monday. As my friends reminded me of how the ideal never quite works out that way, I had a private moment of extreme excitement during the second chewn when I decided to mirror his stage antics right behind the entire crowd (excluding one unenthralled bar man), and boy did it deliver me a slightly guilty pleasure. Happy with the attention, from the lucky few behind the sound desk, who were brave enough to look the other way, yes, I guess you could say I did have the Time of My Life.
Bravely enough though, I managed to make my my ideal (previous nights actual dream) a reality by moving to the forefront of the stage. I managed to get a really good view of the performance and he even smiled at me as I was pointing at my green Gillian Welch T-shirt, during his astonishing encores. Wolf, dressed very much like a leprechaun, had won the crowd at that stage, some of whom had surmounted to the tops of their tables, in search of magical positions and pots of gold.
Will post link to video uploads later here... (sorry about the sound Kwality, but equipment got damaged).
And here is the Setlist from the night courtesy of Setlistfm.
Here are a few moments captured by snaps.
Bravely enough though, I managed to make my my ideal (previous nights actual dream) a reality by moving to the forefront of the stage. I managed to get a really good view of the performance and he even smiled at me as I was pointing at my green Gillian Welch T-shirt, during his astonishing encores. Wolf, dressed very much like a leprechaun, had won the crowd at that stage, some of whom had surmounted to the tops of their tables, in search of magical positions and pots of gold.
Will post link to video uploads later here... (sorry about the sound Kwality, but equipment got damaged).
And here is the Setlist from the night courtesy of Setlistfm.
* Other moments from the Gillian Welch experience from the long weekend that had just past which was simply sublime.
Sings: 'Colwyn Bay, let's pull together, Colwyn Bay... '
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