Wildest Kisses in Cracow
A nominee for Best Female at 2018 Brit Awards, well-mannered and glamorous she goes. Sold outs in New York, full halls in Europe, cultivated adoration and decent warmth cherished in the hearts of her true fans.
Jessie Ware created the space where every and each listener felt protected in her Glasshouse. Entangled in acts and her acute ownership of the voice.
Although the first act wasn't included in the concert count, it had a lot to do with its prologue. Kasia Lins is a Polish band carrying the same 'soul' label with their oeuvre that was warming up the audience at that utterly unwarm night. I cannot say the band either set the public on fire or drew iPhones' attention to it, but the sound of the drums improvisation was music to my ears nevertheless. Moreover, I ensured myself foreign lyrics can be of use while learning a language. Kasia Lins finished performing with their Polish hits, giving a chance to a tough selfish love.
She stepped onto the Cracow stage, brutally feminine and confidently elegant, and the audience already awed her. Cold look in her black attire. The musician’s crew decided to cut into pieces everything they could have a try at. Cracow’s Arena stage underwent transformation into fitting room. And it is metaphorically put. In the foreground - her; in the background – the band: a crazy drummer who did his best to juice the vocal composition of Jessie’s songs, two energetic guitarists with certain charisma of their own, and, of course, the main back vocals of the performance - Fabiana and Joy. They smashed, they souled, they took it all while hiding in the lamp lights behind the transparent panel.
Every new tone of the album found its counterpart with an act: be it exposition, climax, or encore. (Thanks to Jessie for teaching foreign audience the word ‘encore’.) Every act with impeccable font design and smashing lights. For some moment it seemed to me the singer was going to change her outfit for the sake of show. Fortunately, black attire remained elegantly black till the very encore.
And there her yang showed up to perform the wildest moments to her dedicated listener who got easily caught up in the nets of her charms and champagne kisses.
Catching myself on the thought that concert was the first female concert I ever attended blows my mind away, setting the highest patterns possible.
When cold attire comes into bloom; and when British accent voices Polish ‘dziękuję’ which for a second turns into Russian ‘spasibo’, the audience celebrates a sense of belonging to music. The audience in Cracow celebrates diversity, queerness, and one of the greatest and well-thought performances at TAURON Arena, in my humble opinion.
P.S. If you want to go to a concert in Poland, remember to have extra zloty or 2 for having your outerwear kept.
Be prepared to have free space around and tolerant fan zone neighbours.
