I went to see Eddi Reader last night at the Old Court House, Antrim. She's very unassuming. She walks on stage with her play list wrapped in an old Boots carrier bag, kicks off her shoes and gets stuck right in.
As the oldest child of seven brought up in a Glasgow slum in the 60s she's clearly experienced life at its most raw. Maybe it's this start in life that has shaped her into the marvellous down-to-earth person that she is today. For last night she left me with the feeling that I had not so much seen her but met her so good was her rapport with the audience and so personal was her communication.
As the oldest child of seven brought up in a Glasgow slum in the 60s she's clearly experienced life at its most raw. Maybe it's this start in life that has shaped her into the marvellous down-to-earth person that she is today. For last night she left me with the feeling that I had not so much seen her but met her so good was her rapport with the audience and so personal was her communication.
Eddi Reader is grounded, funny, witty and tells a great yarn. She has the kind of voice that takes you to places you've never been to before and never want to leave.
What you see is what you get with Eddi Reader. And what you get is something rather wonderful.
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