Words by Gerry Bain - Swirl Records | Photo by Alex Benetel
I’ll call it now, The Grace Emily could be the most noble of pubs.
Hosting bands, solo acts and collectives almost every night of the week, every month of every year. The cosy pub should pour itself a crispy cold ale for its unending support for the scene.
On late Sunday arvo, the venue hosted Imogen Clark as she finished up her 2 month album tour. After travelling around the country in her “bommodore" (Bombed out Commodore), Imogen played through her library of songs, sharing stories of heartbreak and adventure celebrating a tour well spent. She had the crowd focused with her catchy guitar and smooth voice, her tales had humorous and often personal accounts of her life. The lyrics were understood easily and had the small but attentive crowd captured with her poetic humour, I especially resonated with 'Jumping into stupid stuff because stupid stuff is normally the fun stuff’ - my life summed up in 12 words.
Think of the sweet tones of Missy Higgins mixed with the easy talking Aussie banter of Paul Kelly. In my eyes, it was an all out sweet performance. Imogen is an insane story teller, a true talent, comfortable on stage and in person.
Same goes with the support for the night. Performing as a solo act, Louis Donnarumma cracked into his set as the sun was setting between the cracks in between the curtains and the windows. His wickedly dusty voice was cool as all hell. He mumbled and wooed like Jeff Buckley, at one point honouring him with a song. And let me tell you, Louis fucking killed it, it was as sweet as anything and warmed the room.
I’ve seen Louis play a couple of times when he was frontman for local blues rock band House Of Jade. I remember lapping up his guitar playing, the way he moves up and down the fret is special. The bloke is nuts, his roots, his blues, this dude has soul. As a regular Adelaide gig player you can catch him regularly - he does not disappoint.
Overall it was a nice little show, Imogen brought a beautiful trail of her life, whilst Louis was an appropriate support. All hail live music! Shit, all hail live music on a Sunday night. Exactly how I wanted to spend my lazily dusty Sunday.