I'd been living in Canberra all of six weeks when I toddled off to see Macy Gray in concert at the Royal Theatre in 2000. Subscribe now for unlimited access . Login or signup to continue reading $ 0 / $ NaN /year All articles from our website & app The digital version of Today's Paper Breaking news alerts direct to your inbox Interactive Crosswords, Sudoku and Trivia All articles from the other regional websites in your area Continue Alone, that is.
Didn't know anyone to ask back then to come with me. Was pretty shy as well, in this big new city. (Well, it was big to me.
) Would never usually go to a concert alone. But, for Macy, I did. The whole world seemed to be singing her single I Try.
A nd singing it out loud and proud, relishing that shared experience of understanding the heartache of when a relationship isn't quite right but is still too good to leave. Macy Gray is as vibrant as ever. Picture supplied And I wanted to be there to see and hear her sing it live.
I had a beloved CD (of course) of her first studio album, On How Life Is, and it was on high-rotation in my new-millennium world. In real life, she was wonderful. Of course.
Her voice unique and captivating and ever so soulful. Nearly a quarter of a century later, when I tell her this story of going to her concert alone, Macy's voice softens on the line from Los Angeles. "Oh, that makes me happy," she says.
TWENTY-FIVE YEARS LATER Macy Gray is 56 and fabulous. Picture by Giuliano Bekor And now she's coming back. H.