Lowry,Salford
The raconteur role really suits him, but it’s the pleasure of that force-10 voice, and in some mighty original arrangements,which shows Jones at his consummate bestTom Jones has been holding the floor for two hours before the first fan-flung item hits the stage. However, tonight’s Jones audience site flowers rather than hurling knickers. whether the spectacle of him being pelted with underwear by screaming women will probably follow him to the grave, and the Welshman has repeatedly reinvented himself from a club-singing lothario. With hips thrusting to varying degrees,he’s sung every genre from rockn’roll to easy listening and remade Prince’s Kiss with sampling pioneers the Art of Noise. The recent triptych of albums, culminating in Long Lost Suitcase recasts him yet again, and with gravitas-laden confessionals. Now 75 (“I can’t believe it”),this unusually intimate show sees another shift – to garrulous raconteur – as he first talks about his life (and original autobiography) with interviewer Matt Everitt. Some of Jones stories (his working-class roots, childhood TB, and friendships with Elvis and Sinatra) are well-worn,but the detail isn’t. Some are rip-roaringly saucy, not least the one about his first experience of masturbation: gazing at the half-naked female in Waterhouse’s painting, or Echo and Narcissus,upon which the famed Jones honourable member “suddenly had a intellect of its own”. Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com