Chrissie Hynde has style and that voice lends itself affectionately to her dip into the Bob Dylan back catalogue.
She couldn't resist the obvious Ray Davies song and of course Stop your Sobbing brought the house down.
We'd been listening to a laid back Chrissie like she'd come to tea ahead of new year when all of a sudden, bang, back to 1982 and what a sensation.
Chrissie's voice is so distinct that if she sings it, you immediately think it was a Pretenders song, not written a decade before them.
It was a further dip back in time for the eloquent chanteuse as she delivered in French a beautiful song, I'm guessing Nat King Cole, I must look it up.
It does make me chuckle when the songs are 50 or 60 years old, does 10 years really matter.
Not to us we were on our 30th anniversary waltz and mrsjacmac was leading the dancing in our pew!
The venue was fantastic, probably less than 500 people in a socially distanced very safe Queen's Hall and how good it was to be met at the door, ushered to our seats or the bar. How short were the queues, how civilised the service and how clean the toilets were. Well done to you all.
If there is a model to show how well you can do things, I mused, it's right here. There's been a lot of stuff written about covid decimating the hospitality, venue and performance industry so I will only say it was brilliant to see all the performers, staff and punters moving and grooving as we slide effortlessly back into first gear.
First on stage were Kami and James, The Rails, combining to get us in the mood before a civilised intermission, retreat to the bar, and the effortless trip to the toilet for the prostate generation I belong to!
Thank you Chrissie
Thank you Queen's Hall
Roll on del Amitri!
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