IT’S midsummer 2008 and Jesse Hutchinson is playing his weekly residency at Cellars on a hot, dusty night.
A group of hip, skinny guys are huddled at the front table – new faces at the gig.
Jesse, as usual, is convinced they are not going to enjoy his music. “Most likely it’s as far away from their taste as it’s possible to be,” he thinks.
Three weeks later, and these guys are still coming to the gig.
It turns out they are huge Bob Dylan, Neil Young and Paul Simon fans, to a man.
They’ve watched Don’t Look Back (DA Pennebaker’s classic 1965 Dylan rockumentary) and know all the best quotes from The Last Waltz (the Band’s classic Scorsese-directed performance).
Fast-forward two years, and James Nicholls, Lawrence Menard and Joe Thornton have become Jesse’s regular backing band at the gig.
This Saturday’s performance is the first official outing for the band.
The guys ‘get’ what Jesse is trying to do, they understand musical light and shade and passion. They play with energy and skill, and understand that, ultimately, it’s about creating an enjoyable, passionate and emotional night of the finest music they can muster.
They got it now, Robbie.