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Rating: I get on the 31 determined not to suppress the paranoia of the previous nine hours of work and to have a good evening. Twenty minutes and I arrive on the scene. Dingwalls is in Camden, right under the bridge where Japanese tourists pay a pound to take a photo with the punks.
I walk along the road bordering the Stable Market and who do I meet????? Coincidentally, it's Micah sneaking off to eat after the soundcheck. I ask if he's coming back, and he tells me that if I go in, he'll come back, so I say, see you later, mate! I go in and after drinking the mandatory Foster, I watch Holly Throsby, a delightful Australian singer-songwriter who is accompanying Hinson on this tour. Truly delightful, she's extremely shy and sings and plays the guitar with her eyes closed, with a sweetness that makes you fall in love instantly. Forty enchanting minutes later, Micah arrives on stage with a shoulder bag and a customary cigarette in his mouth, the guitar was already on stage. Oh, he brought a friend in a haphazardly worn shirt hanging out of his pants who will play the accordion and who, in Micah’s opinion, will end up in the history books. He greets us and says he is goddamn happy to be here among us and hopes we'll have a great evening together. He sticks the lit cigarette between the D and E (the strings) of the tightly held high guitar and begins to play.
Between jokes, he lulls us with his gravelly and mature voice through his poignant stories of bitterness and cynicism. He also shares some new and unknown songs from the album that is not yet ready, he says, and maybe won't even be in six months, he reiterates. He’s much more friendly and easygoing than one might think from listening to his records, he even says that Tim Buckley would have been authorized to beat him up after covering him. However, when he sings, you can see in his eyes that melancholy and memories of what he has been through take over and are expressed in songs like "Don't You" and "Close Your Eyes". Truly everything was very beautiful and engaging. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and after a frenzied rendition of "Patience", screamed as if to chase away his demons (lucky him), he thanks us for the ovation, says goodbye, and leaves with yet another cigarette in his mouth.
I wait for the 31 again near the Stable Market and head back to Kilburn, happy with how the concert went, but a little melancholy because I know I will never become a rock star like Micah.
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