Headed over to the Academy last night for the Jill Scott show. I got her latest album The Real Thing – Words & Sounds Vol. 3 over the weekend with the intention of doing some revision so I knew the songs. I haven’t been massively impressed with the album – it’s a bit boring I reckon. However, the lady knows how to put on a show, and the gig was amazing. Her voice is sooooo good, super powerful, but she uses her full range of tone and power all the time, so it’s not like listening to Anasthasia or summat!

It wasn’t a cheap gig (£30+), and given that I’m new to this blogging game, the hook-ups haven’t come flooding in yet. However, it seemed that some people weren’t as bothered as I was about getting value for money; there were a large contingent of people who seemed oblivious to the fact that there was a gig going on, and insisted on talking loudly throughout the whole thing. What is the point of paying a fortune to go and see someone play if you’re going to ignore them and just blabber shit at your cokey-dokey mates?

Other things that caught my attention were:

  1. Strict no-photography policy. That’s some bullshit right there! I saw guy getting a telling off from security for taking a photo of his girlfriend with a frickin’ camera phone! Hence no pic to accompany the article (I can’t work this frickin’ software yet either).
  2. Weed smokers. There was a consistent smell of weed smoke in the place, so much so that J.S. did a kind of post-encore appeal, where she came back on stage (causing a ripple of excitement) and asked for the local weed-heads to meet her round the back for a joint. I didn’t see anyone smoking – I want to know how those sneaky stoners are getting away with it post smoking ban?
  3. Leg/back ache. Am I just an old bastard or does everyone feel like they need a trip to the Chiropractor after a gig?

Signing off.