Last night, I attended the gig of an old friend. She’s been plugging away at her music since we graduated Uni in 2011 & I’m ashamed to say I haven’t seen her perform in nearly two years; it was just before I fell pregnant.
In our final year at Uni, Sophie & I had bedrooms in an attic conversion of our 6 person house. She was a morning person. I, to this day, am not. Even after a particularly heavy night out, Sophie would spring down the two flights of stairs, smiling & chipper – usually humming to herself – down a Barroca & often start her day with a run. I did none of these things. In fact, I spent these mornings not-so-quietly cursing her from my pit where I wallowed as she practised fa-la-la-la-ing in the next room. Perhaps I should also say Soph is classically trained & at the time was part of OpSoc (Opera Society to me & you). Those mornings were bleak…
However, four years on & not in a hungover state, those scales were worth it. Seeing her perform last night was absolutely incredible.
Her music is dark (unexpected for someone so chipper!), sexy & heartfelt. I was blown away by how much she has changed as a performer. Her voice has really matured & filled St. Pancras Old Church with nothing but her keyboard to keep her company.
I was already feeling emotional thanks to support act Harry Phillips. His song, Coming Home, written for his mom, basically saying how much he loves her was just a bit much & got the tears flowing. Apparently motherhood has ruined me. (Also well worth a listen; his voice was stunning & he was a dab hand at the guitar too.)
Then about half way through Sophie’s set, I was struck suddenly by how proud her mom must be. I’ve seen friends perform before & strut their stuff in their own amazing ways. But this was the first since Baby Girl was born. And suddenly I get it. I now understand why moms cry at ballet recitals or dads have to take a thousand photos at graduation. The amount of pride I feel when Baby Girl manages to shake a maraca is overwhelming. God help me if she ever has a song played on the radio!
Sophie’s song Home started to gain traction last year, getting her noticed by BBC Introducing.
I realise I’ve already had a cheeky plug earlier this week, but I can’t help but shout about Sophie’s music from the rooftops. She’s come a long way from OpSoc & is just going from strength to strength. But I bet she still starts her off days with a Barroca…