Kathleen Edwards does not remember her previous concert stop off in Halifax with much warmth. Such is the feelgood happiness in the room tonight though, she is prepared to recall the now, thanks to passing time, amusing story for this audience. It was back around 2012 and was easily one of the weirdest weeks of her life. It turns out that before the show Kathleen had got stung by a wasp and all hell broke loose. The singer actually ended up in ER with a full body issue. “The stocks of camomile lotion rocketed that week because of me,” she jokes. By the time they all got to Halifax for the gig she was so messed up by the mix of Benadryl and steroids, due to the reaction to the sting, that the punch-drunk performer ripped her guitar off in the middle of the show and somehow managed to smash herself in the head. This resulted in a goose egg and a concussion which stayed with the stricken songwriter for the remainder of that tour.

The anecdote is arguably a good metaphor for the way the life of a working musician was beating Kathleen around at the time, leaving its scars and taking its toll. She sings as much in tonight’s wistful rendition of ‘Glenfern,’ extended to incorporate a heartfelt hello to the large audience, but this is a bad indictment on the modern-day mess of her industry that it preceded a period when Edwards walked away from music altogether to go and run a coffee shop. In my opinion, an artist of her calibre and repute should have been appropriately rewarded for her work, enjoying protection from the pressures and stresses of simply maintaining a career and carrying on. That struggle does permeate the music she has produced since stepping back into the ring with 2020’s ‘Total Freedom.’ Launching ‘Save Your Soul’ from last years ‘Billionaire’ album, there is more than a hint of foreboding at those going after fools’ gold with its cautionary refrain “who’s gonna save your soul when your money’s no good?” From the same album we are treated to ‘Say Goodbye, Tell No One’ – already one of the all-time great turning away songs – as the sight and sound of Kathleen brandishing an electric guitar in a full band show and nailing every number feels like a real privilege. Acts this good should be packing out stadiums (regrettably acts nowhere near as classy as this frequently do fill stadiums) and yet here we are in a cool Canadian arts theatre with a singer songwriter in the classic Tom Petty, Lucinda Williams mould taking full advantage of a deep, rich back catalogue and appearing to be as elevated by the experience as we are.

It does feel like all in attendance have chanced upon the secret place where the good stuff is happening. Earlier in the day we had wandered the streets of Halifax, soaking up a city that was absolutely heaving with holiday weekend entertainment from buskers to amusements then later fireworks that sounded like a war zone. Kathleen tells us she had checked out the local area too, enjoying her dream breakfast at ‘Steve-O-Reno’s’ and inviting the owner, who registers her presence with a shout out, to the gig tonight. It is a nice, empathetic touch from someone who put heart and soul into running her own coffee business and the song she dedicates to her guest, ‘Asking For Flowers,’ is a similarly switched on lament. The country ballad template of the tune allows space for the key line to really register. “Asking for flowers is like asking you to be nice” hits so hard because it feels like it is sourced from a real place, a low hanging piece of raw emotion that had to be picked. Her impressive range too is illustrated when playing a violin solo on the brooding ‘Goodnight California’, but such is Kathleen’s connection to this line up, she is happy to let the number fully hit the heights with the entire bands combined energy and telepathy, especially the Crazy Horse-like guitar soloing.

This band can rock out with force as well, the delicious riffing on last years ‘When The Truth Comes Out’ earning guitarist Gordon Tough a shout out and when reaching back to some of the oldest tunes in her catalogue, like on ‘Back To Me,’ the same stimulating energy pumps us into the present moment, showing how the craft in Kathleen’s writing has been of a higher stripe right from the outset. She is in a real sharing mood tonight too, we learn, for example, that the seed of ‘Little Red Ranger’ was Kathleen trying to manifest a vision of the song she can imagine singing when finally treading the boards as Massey Hall, but most tellingly the generosity is evident between the players on stage as scintillating keyboard and pedal steel solos own their place in the spotlight. Pounding keys provide the pulse of momentum as the set peaks through ‘Change The Sheets’ followed by ‘Six O’Clock News’ which mines the electric wild mercury sound, forever hot currency when tapped into like this. To finish things off the encore is the decisive one-two punch of early classic ‘Mercury’ followed by a lilting cover of Neil Young’s ‘Powderfinger,’ the extended soloing of which only served to underline the quality in the playing of the whole group. This was just one of those rare nights when everything, from performer to group to location to sound to feeling to response, came together so incredibly well. Memorable.

Words: Danny Neill Photos: Sophie Reichert

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