Courtney Barnett

What a beautiful, yet bittersweet night. The first set was spellbinding. Between the incredible visuals and the improvisation of CB’s latest record, “End of the Day” and the second completely solo set with just Courtney, her voice and her Kurt Cobain signature edition Fender Jaguar really showed us who were lucky enough to bear witness to these special handful of shows the true craftswomanship Courtney conjures up whenever she writes those songs that have become so engrained in us over the past decade or so. I have been lucky enough to watch her grow from the “girl guitarist” in The Immigrant Union to the artist she’s become that’s beloved all around the world. As she left the stage for the last time, one couldn’t help but get a tightness in the throat because those in the know, knew that this was her last true home based show. Milk! Records has closed. And Courtney has now moved to the USA(nus) - fuck knows why? I hope she realises that the grass is most definitely not greener - especially over there. The sadness grew heavier in the air as the last song was coming to its finale not only for us lovers of Courtney, but with Courtney herself. She went from doing truncated versions of her work to dragging them out towards the close of the set with Courtney not only telling us how much she loved us all, as much as she could, but also prolonging the songs whilst taking in her final home audience and staring at the ceiling as she strummed out the final chords of “Oh The Night” before finishing, giving us all a wave and disappearing into the black. Oh the night indeed. 🖤💔💙