Mr. Gray unassumingly sauntered out to center stage a little past nine o'clock, gave a faint wave, and in Court Composer fashion signaled for ambient lighting and called for those birds of the high arctic. Raspy crooning, resolute melody, and a stage presence completely his own seems to be the underpinnings for the across the pond lyricist to hypnotically, with eerie haunt, seize a time and space, nearly frozen, for his admirers to let their spirits wander... The show was great and David Gray reminded us why we're so attached to these undulating melodies, sprinkled with archaic wisdom and poetic depth. What is it like to go from city to city in a foreign country, playing to two thousand plus audiences that truly feel what you do? Amazing!