St Mary's Creative Space, Chester
Friday 24th June 2022
The evening began with our MC, Jem Stuart, an affable personality who delivered a selection of poems with some rather choice remarks about Tories and their glorious leader. Stuart is a very likeable chap, and nattily dressed for the occasion. His material being direct, amusing, and delivered in a cheeky, matey style. A delicious little starter for the hearty main meal to come.
Next up was Tosin Salako, a vibrant young musician who simply exuded charm and good humour. We were treated to four songs, all originals by Salako, and played on guitar. Passionate, intricate playing in a soulful, bluesy style. Personal pieces centred around his single parent upbringing, and life-long encounters with racism and bigotry. Uplifting, joyful, and life-affirming. A talent to keep a sharp eye on!
An hour in, and the main attraction took to the stage. Initially unassuming and matter-of-fact, while The Cassia String Quartet took their places, Mike Garry wandered up to the microphone stand, and was suddenly bathed in a harsh white light. In a moment, he was transformed, and became almost god-like. Seemingly filled with a supernatural energy and vibrancy, the poet launched into his material with gusto. Hypnotic, charming, self-affacing, humorous, gritty, earthy, and most of all, human. His passion for the positive approach was all too clear, in a series of poems celebrating the inner goodness and boundless capacity of the human soul. One piece related to his deep appreciation of a former school teacher who nurtured his talent. Another told about his tearaway youth, and turbulent experiences. Often, Garry would stare upwards, and direct his words to the heavens. Arms spread wide, echoing Jesus on the cross, with shafts of dying sunlight piercing the stained glass windows around us. At one point, a woman could be seen dancing to his words (and the atmospheric, subtle strings of the quartet), half-hidden by the church's huge columns. Eventually, she appeared in front of the stage, ripping up paper, and throwing the pieces out to the audience, as she danced down the aisle. At the time, I didn't know who she was, or what she was actually doing, but it certainly added to the overall atmosphere, giving the evening a religious and otherworldly feel. After the show, I spoke briefly to her, and she said she'd been tearing up a drawing with Garry's words on it, to distribute to people (I wasn't sure why, or if it was an official part of the evening!)
A standing ovation was inevitable. Even the surly-looking, difficult to please, five blokes on the row in front of me felt compelled to show their appreciation. It was a truly magnificent evening. Garry is a superb poet, and a superb performer. It was an unforgettable, inspiring, and magical evening. I didn't cry (honest!)