For Emma’s birthday, I decided to take her to see PJ Harvey at Glasgow’s Barrowland Ballroom.
As birthday presents go, it’s a fairly safe option when the artist in question happens to be one of the most acclaimed and influential songwriters of the last thirty years. While I’ve always believed experiences are better gifts than objects, it certainly helps when the experience involves an artist of PJ Harvey’s calibre.
The Barrowland felt like the perfect venue for the occasion. There are some performers who seem to belong in that room, and PJ Harvey is undoubtedly one of them. The venue has an intensity and character that suits artists who command attention without relying on gimmicks, and from the moment she stepped on stage it was clear we were in the presence of somebody who has spent decades mastering her craft.
What has always impressed me about PJ Harvey is her willingness to evolve. Many artists find a successful formula and spend the rest of their careers repeating it. PJ has consistently done the opposite, moving between styles, themes and approaches while somehow remaining unmistakably herself. Whether performing stripped-back folk songs, dark rock compositions or more experimental material, she always sounds completely authentic.
The audience were captivated throughout the evening. There was very little of the casual chatter that can sometimes creep into concerts. Instead, people seemed fully aware that they were witnessing one of Britain’s most important songwriters in one of Scotland’s most beloved venues.
One of the highlights of the evening came when the band performed a song that, as far as I know, had either never been played live before or was receiving one of its very first outings. Moments like that are one of the joys of attending concerts regularly. No matter how many gigs you see, there is always the possibility of witnessing something unique.
Fortunately, we managed to capture a short clip of the performance, and keen PJ Harvey fans may well recognise the song immediately.
As always, sharing these experiences with Emma adds an extra layer of enjoyment. Over the years we’ve attended hundreds of gigs together, ranging from tiny pub venues to major concert halls, but birthday concerts always feel slightly more special. They become markers in time, attached not only to the music but also to the memories surrounding the occasion.
Looking back, this was exactly the sort of birthday celebration I hoped it would be. A legendary artist, a legendary venue and an evening spent immersed in great music.
The clip below captures a small part of the night, although like all concert footage it only hints at what it was like to actually be there. Some performances are best remembered not through a camera lens but through the feeling they leave behind long after the final song has finished.
You can read a review of it here.
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