Beck, Journalist

"The hits just kept on coming."

"How do you play in the round and still have everyone on your side?"

"Conway seemed genuinely surprised that this audience is practically lyric-perfect. How could they not be? This is their crowd. These people are their people."

"There was nothing resembling a dirge anywhere near the stage of the Opera House Concert Hall tonight."

"Macca played and crooned, wailed and regaled with stories of Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton, Georges Formby, Martin and Harrison and did not flag once."

"Find the heart, Train. You had it once upon a time."

"How she was never hailed as a poet in the vein of Springsteen in the mainstream beggars belief."

"The depth of feeling intoned in a single, quiet growl is enough to bring a hard man to tears."

"...they’ve lost the love. Time to regroup, boys."

From the moment his still-perky-at-fifty little butt stepped onto the stage... the love that poured towards the stage was palpable.