Live @ Roche Estate, Pokolbin – 18 November 2017

I’m not sure what it is about Hunter Valley winery gigs, but so often they go hand-in-hand with rain. Somewhere along the way my excitement about the show turns in to trepidation and relentless weather checks.

Roche Estate was already a muddy swamp by the time I arrived on Saturday. It didn’t take long for the ground, and us, to get a whole lot wetter. It poured virtually nonstop for the first two acts. My raincoat quickly became as soaked as the rest of me. My feet were squelching in my shoes. I’ve had rain at concerts before, but never so much that I was still soaked to my skin by the time I got home.

It’s a cliché to suggest rain didn’t dampen the crowd’s enthusiasm, because it was certainly unpleasant. But the music was so outstanding that it actually seemed worth the downpour. I last saw Thirsty Merc playing acoustically. Before that, Rai Thistlethwayte was playing solo. I hadn’t seen the Merc is all their plugged-in splendour for ten long years. So I was thrilled to see these guys playing a set for the real fans. They’ve had so many hits over the years, certainly enough to fill their six-song set. While songs like “Someday, Someday” and “In the Summertime” featured, they were interspersed with killer album tracks like “Claude Monet” and “I Wish Somebody Would Build a Bridge (So I Could Get Over Myself).” Their set was full of energy and appreciation. While the crowd was relatively small by that point, they lapped up what Thirsty Merc gave us.

I worried I might spend The Calling’s set simply waiting for “Wherever You Will Go,” but the California act were a real surprise package for me. It turns out thanks to Spotify’s suggestions, I knew more songs than I thought. However, even the ones I weren’t familiar with didn’t feel like fillers. Alex Band is one dynamic front man. I barely took my eyes off him. His presence made their set so enjoyable.

Lifehouse continued the nostalgia with a tight set peppered with more of those Spotify favourites. I couldn’t fault any of the musicians, but after being so impressed by The Calling, this set felt a little lacking to me. Maybe some jetlag or a busy tour schedule has caught up with them, because it felt a little “by the numbers.” Bass guitarist Bryce Soderberg’s cover of “You’re The Voice” was great fun though, and the band’s biggest hits “You and Me” and “Hanging By a Moment” also had everyone singing along.

You want the headliners to take things up a notch and boy did Live deliver, bursting onto the stage with “All Over You.” The set drew mainly from early albums, especially the breakthrough Throwing Copper, and like so many fans I lapped it up. “I Alone” was an absolute standout; I wish I could have bottled the electricity when we all let loose. “White, Discussion” might have been penned decades ago, but it resonated strongly as I thought of the current political climate. “Selling the Drama” went off just as much as it should. Even debut album Mental Jewelry got a look-in with “Pain Lies on the Riverside.” “Lakini’s Juice” from Secret Samadhi was positively electric.

Live is a band that rocks hard, but they’re every bit as powerful in the quieter moments. An acoustic cover of Johnny Cash’s “Walk the Line” was breathtaking. “Turn My Head,” the tender ballad from Secret Samadhi and one of my favourite Live tracks, was so moving. I saw more than a few misty eyes when the band played Audioslave track “I Am The Highway” in dedication to Chris Cornell.

The seven-year break hasn’t made Live rusty. They sound so tight and Ed Kowalczyk is every bit as magnetic as he ever was. He is such a charismatic performer, a kind of Messiah figure who is utterly mesmerising to watch. I’ve always admired him, but after experiencing the show he puts on I’d put him within the top five front men I’ve ever seen. He was that good.

Despite Ed’s importance, Live is a brothership and that seems stronger than ever after the band’s taken an extended break from one another. There’s a renewed sense of energy about Live these days. I saw them a couple of times in the late ‘90s and early ‘00s, but I can’t remember feeling so blown away by their performance. Ed let slip that they’re planning another Aussie tour for March. It can’t come soon enough. Because quite simply, this was for me the best gig of the year.

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Jazz in the Vines @ Tyrell’s Winery, Pokolbin – 26 October 2013

After spending so many weekends consumed by moving house and the associated fall-out, it was blissful to head to the Hunter Valley on Saturday for the annual Jazz in the Vines show. It doesn’t really matter who’s on the bill; this is one yearly event I make sure that I never miss. And once again, this stellar regional show didn’t disappoint.

Pokolbin was bathed in the eerie haze of bushfires, but thankfully you couldn’t really smell smoke on the Jazz in the Vines site. In fact, I think we enjoyed the best weather we have had in years. Far too often Mother Nature turns on a scorcher, but this year it was a pleasant 27 degrees with a gentle breeze which made even the dancers down the front feel comfortable.

I wish I could show you pictures of all the fun we had, but sadly my camera decided to give up the ghost the moment I tried to take a snap. Instead you’ll just have to take my word for it. The Admirals Own Big Band and Bob Barnard satisfied the taste of traditional jazz enthusiasts with old standards and instrumental gems. These mellow offerings gave us all a chance to chill out a little with the superb food on offer. What other festival do you know treats you to dishes like rock oysters and soft shell crab sliders? Talk about decadence!

With bellies full it was time for Jan Preston to bust out a little boogie woogie. It was just what the crowds ordered, and they were on their feet quickly. The makeshift grassy dance floor near the dual stages became even more crowded once modern funksters The Bamboos appeared. This soulful young outfit brought a youthful energy to a festival often dominated by more established acts. They did it without alienating the older audience members, which takes some skill. My parents, at 60 and 58, marvelled at Kylie Auldist’s pipes and the outfit’s tight brassy sound.

Then it was time for some of those more established acts I’ve alluded to. Festival favourite James Morrison showed why the organisers keep asking him back. I’ve seen him play so many times at the festival, but fatigue never seems to set in. Perhaps that’s due to his decision to work with various guest vocalists. This time around we were treated to the vocal stylings of Roxane LeBrasse, who I’d assumed had fallen off the face of the earth following Australian Idol. I loved her on the reality show, but was wowed by her vocals on Saturday. She’s matured and developed an incredible stage presence. Hearing her take on soul classics like “Chain of Fools,” and come out sounding every bit as good as Aretha Franklin, was something special.

James Morrison had us dancing, and Marcia Hines knew no one was quite ready to stop. There’s a reason why Miss Marcia continues to be such a musical force. Her voice has lost nothing over the years, and she’s a consummate professional on stage. She had me captivated from start to finish.

I wish I could say the same for the closing act, Canadian band The Shuffle Demons. My dad told me early in the first song that it would have to get better for us to stick around. It didn’t, so we hightailed it out of there two songs in. They might have looked like a party act with their silly headpieces and brass instruments, but they didn’t sound like one. There were no hooks or melodies, nothing for me to connect with at all. I just didn’t get it. Looking at the punters also packing up their stuff as we made for the exit, it seems I’m not alone.

After a day of great music, even the aural assault of The Shuffle Demons couldn’t dampen my enthusiasm for Jazz in the Vines. The day wasn’t perfect, but it was close enough to it to ensure I’ll be back again next year.

Funk N Grooves @ Pokolbin, 11 September 2010

On Saturday I made a pilgrimage to the Hunter Valley to attend my third Funk N Grooves Festival. It’s a festival that’s been in a state of flux since I first attended, an event which seems like it’s ever changing in attempts to find its feet. And at its new home next to Tyrell’s Winery, I think it’s getting there.

The new venue gave us all plenty of space to spread out with our picnic lunches and fold-up chairs. It also made it much easier to get a drink. You might remember my complaints last year about the incredible queues, but this time around the organisers got it right. With separate lines for wine and beer/spirits, no one was really left waiting too long. The drink was flowing, but the limits on what we could buy and the ever watchful security staff ensured no one got too obnoxious.

The food too was a marked improvement on last year. I devoured my cumin dusted calamari and the gorgeous chunky chips with rosemary salt. If only all festival food could be this good!

But these kinds of shows are all about the music, and this year the event delivered more than ever before. Bands played on two stages for a good nine hours, several hours longer than in previous years. The kind of music the event hosts is also evolving, perhaps with the involvement of new sponsor Triple J. While earlier festivals focused on blues and roots, now we see more rock and hip hop. I suppose this is what the kids want; there were definitely plenty of enthusiastic fans down by the stage, but I preferred the artists we were served in years gone by.

That’s not to say there wasn’t some brilliant music. I couldn’t wait to see Washington, and she didn’t disappoint. The crowd was attentive when she sang her most poignant of ballads, and rapturous when she treated us with a playful cover of The Divinyls “I Touch Myself.” The singles “Rich Kids” and “Sunday Best” also went down a treat.

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