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In Bristol, in July, being a bit late to the party and having heard only the one song, I wasn’t really on the wavelength.
This time, I got it. The show was better, the audience wildly enthusiastic, the performances more intense and dynamic.
![IMG_2983[2]](https://milesfromnowhere.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/img_298321-e1383651911357.jpg?w=700&h=291)
In Bristol, in July, being a bit late to the party and having heard only the one song, I wasn’t really on the wavelength.
This time, I got it. The show was better, the audience wildly enthusiastic, the performances more intense and dynamic.
Strange to go to a gig these days where most of the men are still in possession of their hair. That was the first striking thing about this concert.
The other one was this song – a new one by Amanda Palmer – which was absolutely mesmerising. Wouldn’t have thought a voice and a ukelele accompaniment could have produced such an astounding effect. Audience were open-mouthed in wonder and many came close to tears.