Ray Lamontagne
Dublin National Stadium
17th January, 2007

Music is your friend. In the hands of Lamontagne, it’s your lover. He combines beautiful writing with a sublime voice, which fills the room. It pulls you in, hypnotises, plays with your emotions and gently lets you back down. His almost paralytic shyness adds to his mystery and charm. He caresses our senses with Empty, from his latest album, Till The Sun Turns Black, and every note counts. Ninety minutes of sublime music later, he comes back to sing Jolene and tell us that a girl once threw an apple at him on stage, then a shoe, then her bra, then herself. He has soul, guts, and he couldn’t