I’ll just get one thing
out of the way, so we can move on. Paolo Nutini is ridiculously good looking,
and I don’t think anyone, anywhere, would disagree. Certainly not the loud
Scottish man last night at The Powerstation in Auckland who shouts out words to
that effect. I already knew it before seeing Nutini live, and I admit it may
have swayed me to listen a little more intensely when I first became a fan (so
sue me I’m shallow).
But you have to know
you’re hot when not one, but two male Scottish voices yell out “Paolo, you’re
really good looking”, and later, another “take your shirt off”. At least he has
the decency to not take his shirt off (damn!), smile sheepishly, and just roll
into another song.
For the record, there
were just as many blokes in the audience last night as there were women. But
maybe not in the front row. And maybe, only because they were there with their
girlfriends? I almost felt bad for him up there trying to get the masses to
listen to his music, and I wondered if his looks do more to distract, but then
I thought ‘fuck it’ and just enjoyed the fact that the music was great, his
voice was sublime, and it all came in an incredibly aesthetically pleasing to
the eye package. Tick tick tick!
Before going to Auckland
for the concert I was on the phone to a friend who didn’t know who Paolo Nutini
was and asked me what kind of music he does? I hate to pigeonhole music (#pop #acoustic #folk #spacejazzacidblendhouse #bullshit),
so I ended up saying soul/blues/rock and left out the innocuous sounding “pop”
which seems so insulting. Then I got to thinking that I left out “funk” and how
hard it is to label a Scottish soul singer/songwriter of Italian descent, and
how hard it is to categorise Nutini. I was surprised initially to hear he was headlining
the recent Byron Bay Bluesfest, and I remember thinking, is he “The Blues?” …
And again, it’s hard to
label certain music, and why do we try when it’s easier to just enjoy?
Paolo Nutini’s name
makes him sound more like an Italian footballer than a singer. He was born in
Paisley, Scotland, to a father of Italian descent who ran a fish and chip shop
and a Scottish mother. Somewhere in that mix he got great looks, a voice which is
as gravelly as a well-trodden road, and soul in spades.
Where does this
mysterious “soul” come from? Not just from the southern states of America, and
not from the colour of your skin, although anyone who sings like this has no
doubt listened to the likes of Sam Cooke, Al Green, or Aretha Franklin
somewhere along the way.
Turns out soul comes
“from within”. And as Nutini says, his songs come “all from observation”.
That’s soul enough for me. For what it’s worth, here’s what a Google search
says about soul:- “emotional or intellectual energy or intensity, especially as
revealed in a work of art or an artistic performance”. So there.
“Scottish soul” however
might seem to some to be a contradiction in terms, but if you ask the Internet
for a list of names you’ll come up with Annie Lennox, or Emeli Sande, or a list
of older vocalists, none of whom I’ve even heard of. I always thought the term
“Northern Soul” referred to the working classes of England but it seems it
seeped over the border to Scotland (or vice versa?). Basically you can be a
soul singer if you’ve been there, done that, survived so far, even if scarred
for life and you sing like you mean it. Paolo Nutini’s a soul singer.
Nutini can’t dance he
tells us (and it’s true). He moves around the stage and the 9-piece band
(especially the horn section), do all the dancing you really need. He’s softly
spoken, and that, combined with his thick Scottish accent, makes it difficult
to understand him when he’s chatting to the audience – unless you are in the
front row (which I’m not). I do catch that his mother’s in the audience as he
dedicates a song to her (‘Cherry Blossom’?), and that he went swimming today
and swam into the end of the pool (“don’t smoke before you go swimming!”). This
comment elicits much guffawing from the smokers in the audience (and those young
kids who have no idea what everyone’s laughing about but are desperate to fit
in). It is well known that Nutini likes the marijuana, and is open about
smoking it “every day since 16”.
The set comprises of the
old and the new. He plays interesting and enjoyable versions off his latest UK
No. 1 album Caustic Love, and then very different and sometimes shortened and
mixed up versions off the previous two albums, These Streets, and Sunny Side
Up. It works for me, although too many slower songs mid-set make the evening
drag slightly. I love the groove of ‘New Shoes’ and ‘Scream’ and want more of
that, although his voice is better when more isolated.
Many people go to gigs
and are disappointed when the songs don’t sound exactly like the recorded
versions, but I’m the opposite. I like it when they are delivered in another
way, and god knows it must make it more enjoyable for the artist to play around
with the originals. Nutini obviously enjoys himself, and immerses himself in
the music and boy can he sing!
My favourites have
always been ‘Candy’ off These Streets, and ‘Iron Sky’ from Caustic Love, and I
am not let down by either. The highlight would be ‘Scream’ at the beginning of
the gig … an amazingly funky song which even has the boyfriends jiggling around
awkwardly on the spot, vying for attention (good luck with that!).
The concert lasts two
hours. The encore is polished and well rehearsed, if a bit mellow. It strikes
me what an amazingly well behaved crowd Kiwis are (not that everyone here is
Kiwi). We clap when expected. We politely call out songs and comments when you
should. One guy politely throws a shoe very carefully to (not at) Nutini during
‘New Shoes’ and it is politely thrown back later. We stomp and clap for the
encore and are rewarded. We leave politely, and all in all it’s a good old
night out. I remain stunned by the depth of his vocals at the end of the day.
Set List:
Bus Talk (interlude)
Scream
Let Me Down Easy
Coming Up Easy
Alloway Grove
Jenny Don’t Be Hasty/New Shoes
Looking For Something
Better Man
These Streets
Diana
One Day
Cherry Blossom
Pencil Full Of Lead
No Other Way
Iron Sky
Tricks Of The Trade
Time To Pretend
Candy
Someone Like You
Last Request
On the way to catch the
plane back home (to Methven) the following morning, I had the pleasure of a
conversation with an older couple from Manchester who now live in North Wales
and had been travelling around New Zealand as part of a cruise. They were
heading home. I mentioned I had been to Paolo Nutini and it turns out
their son Benjamin Thomas Taylor (you can look him up, his artworks are on the
Web), painted the amazing picture of Paolo on the cover of his latest album Caustic
Love. Yes it’s a small world.
Yes I am practically
best friends with Paolo now, yes we are going for a beer later and I’m going to
stare to the point of creepiness …
All words and pictures
by Pania Brown.
Pania’s previous
contribution to everythingsgonegreen can be found here.
Incidentally, there have
been no reported public sightings of Paolo Nutini since his Auckland appearance,
and I personally refuse to believe reports from Pania's neighbours that
extensive DIY renovations are ongoing in the vicinity of Pania's basement.
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