Last night I fell in love. I fell in love with the musical geniuses that eliminated my Sunday Sadness in one fell swoop. Who cares, right? I can’t tell you who cares, but I can tell you who doesn’t. Haters. And, according to Neil’s t-shirt, “Haters gonna hate.” The haters are the ones who suffered from FOMO, the ones who weren’t there, the ones who should save themselves the pain and stop reading now.
In celebration of Studio 7’s 90th session, Patrick arranged for Prime Circle to delight his audience in the infamous home of muso-aphrodisiacs. But before the group took to the stage, a duo known as Evelyn Hart set the scene for a magical evening. The combination of a Lana del Rey-sounding lead singer and her percussionist fiancé (he is not a drummer) created a cacophony of sounds that prompted a memory of Don’t Cry for Me, Argentina. The vocals sung with tangible passion and the building crescendo of the percussion created a feeling similar to that edge-of-your-seat feeling that the Jaws score is famous for.
Waking the audience from their awe-struck reverie, Patrick introduced South African music legends, Prime Circle, and finally got the hugs he’d been hoping for. Ross, Dale and Neil, while touring to promote their 5th album, Evidence, came along to use the intimacy of Studio 7 to stage a “listening session” of sorts. The informality of the evening was complete with forgotten lyrics, fits of laughter, and PG13 language.
Performing both new and old tracks, all sung with such emotion, Prime Circle had the audience in a state of transcendental bliss. I, personally, felt nothing short of honoured to be sitting in front of such raw talent and couldn’t help but feel like it was just me they were singing for. Performing “She Always Gets What She Wants” gave everyone in the audience the opportunity to connect with their inner shower-performer and sing along, while “As Long As I Am Here” quite literally had everyone immobilized. There is also something to be said for their unplanned performance of “Turn Me to Stone”, requested by a fan. Demanding blondes.
So for the multitude of reasons mentioned above, I think I feel in love last night – with the musicians, with the space, with the audience, with the feelings, with the Bushmills. There are few ways to justly convey the gratitude I feel for those performers who were a part of the beauty that was my weekend. Thank you.
Written by: Jemima-Faye Goodall