The performing space is flooded with sunlight. A packed Kitchen Garden audience spills out into the courtyard. The scene is set for an evening of self confessional eloquence. The advertised duo curtailed by misfortune; the reset solo poised to personify ‘less is more’. Blue Rose Code is on the ticket, a moniker, a facade, a fluent vehicle to convey the songs of Ross Wilson. Two interwoven strands pull the evening together: songs of perception and ingrained soul; life musings shared through the prism of poetic prose.
Tonight the room is a cathartic pool of co-habitation. The performer fills every crevice of an intimate venue with a voice of peace and gratitude; the listener absorbs every lyric, note and articulate word with relish. A sense of wellbeing is enacted. Music is the voice of the soul and Blue Rose Code strips back the essence of redemption to revitalise through finding the sweet spot.
Live music at its best inspires and moves. It seizes the moment rendering fact and detail surplus to enrichment. Replication is a needless act; reflection is a warm glow of fondness. Blue Rose Code embodies the connective spirit and Ross Wilson uses hypnotic qualities to breach the finely defined line between artisan and partisan. Once eroded, the connection is complete. The Kitchen Garden experiences a solidified bond of togetherness.
Mission complete and Ross Wilson heads to Bournemouth as a enraptured audience heads home. Capturing the night is a utopian ideal. Those with an inclination rise to the bait bringing us to this exact spot.
