Duffy

More music.
Last Thursday we listened to Duffy play at the Thekla.
Initially we were quite resentful of the gig, because the doors were opened late so we were forced to stand in the cold wind for forty minutes before we gained entrance to the venue. Then, of course, the queue at the bar was so long that it wasn't worth getting one. On the debit side, that meant that Moonface and I managed to get close to the stage - only about five rows back.

But the music cured our grumps.
Duffy is tiny, thin, square-jawed and blonde; but she can sing blues like I've not heard for years. Imagine Petula Clarke and Dusty Springfield rolled together with a Welsh accent, and an almost shy, grateful attitude to her audience. Duffy held us, gave us a short but magnificent recital, and left us wanting more. "Rockferry", the single, is a sweet ballad. The chorus of " Stepping Stone" was so catchy that after the first verse, many of the audience were joining in with her. Oh, it was great. We'll buy the album.


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