There’s something about hearing one of your favourite performers sing live that just knocks you off your feet. But even more so when they are a gazillion times better than you could ever hope for.

Oh, merde (excuse my French) I’m gibbering aren’t I? Sorry, but I’m sat at my laptop fresh from a KT Tunstall gig and I am blown away.

I read a post over at Long Lost Lagomorph’s the other day about the shitness of Joss Stone, and while I have to admit that way back when hardly anyone had heard of the Soul Sessions, I bought it on the strength of Fell in Love with a Boy, these days I can’t help but grimace when I hear her grating, whining voice.

So there I was, sat at the Shepherd’s Bush Empire marvelling at the sheer, genuine, gritty talent of KT, making a mental note that I should let LLO know that I know exactly what he meant, and Joss was shit. Because here was a woman, KT, the same age as me, who played her guitar with such expertise and in such ways that she managed to produce sounds as if from five different instruments, singing from her gut and her soul, wowing and moving the audience.

God I love that feeling of being at a gig, the vibrations thumping through your diaphragm, singing along to the words and feeling the adrenaline pumping away.

And I apologise that this is such a shit post that I will no doubt delete, but forgive me, because her brilliance has resulted in my complete inability to string a decent sentence together. My ghast is flabbered.

All I can say now, is that if you haven’t discovered her yet…you really should.

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