The Cornish drizzle was lightly drifting in the wind as we arrived at The Acorn Theatre in Penzance. It’s a small, intimate venue with a seated balcony and a lovely bar downstairs, which was once going to close down but was saved by the local community.
George Ezra is an up and coming acoustic legend. He was picked by Radio 1’s Zane Lowe as one to watch in 2014 and played at Radio 1’s new music festival earlier this year, so I was shocked to see a poster appear saying he was playing this small venue.
The first support act was a young girl with a pixie crop, playing violin next to a generic guitarist, making a generic harmonised dull sound – surprisingly I didn’t catch their name…
Next in the line-up was Fred Page, a charismatic guitarist with a voice that bounced off every wall and made your eardrums tingle. He played love songs and the couples in the audience snuggled together as he played his 5 songs, constantly reminding us of who was on next.
Finally it was time for George, appearing on stage with one of the two guitars that he owns. His deep voice with a cheeky London twang instantly had my full attention. He informed us that his sister was at the back of the room selling merchandise, and we should go and meet her, then he burst into song. I can’t recall the name of this first song but I do remember that it was about his best friend with long hair and his best friend’s hot sister.
A lovely rendition of Cassy-o was played, with me being the only dancer in sight (being called Cassie you have to represent!). He ran through every song that I’d heard on Spotify, filling us in with stories of his journeys on a train around Europe (where most of his songs were written).
Whilst telling us about how he never made it to Budapest on his travels, the familiar twang of his guitar was heard and the room went silent for George’s most famous song. My favourite song of the night, however, was Did You Hear The Rain, where the first verse was done acapella, showcasing his rich, velvety voice and creating butterflies in my stomach. This was his closing song, but luckily we got George out for an encore – a sing along song called A Blind Man In Amsterdam.
He left the stage for the last time and the crowd drifted out of the front doors, with me skipping my way home singing renditions of Cassy-o. I would recommend trying to see George Ezra before he gets bigger, as this intimate gig was truly inspirational.