At Jools’ Annual Hootenanny 2015/16, viewers were treated to a truly unforgettable performance when music legend Tom Jones joined forces with the brilliant Rhiannon Giddens for a soulful version of “St. James Infirmary Blues.” The stage was set in classic Hootenanny style—intimate, lively, and full of energy as the New Year’s celebration unfolded on BBC Two.

Tom Jones, with his deep, commanding voice, brought raw power and intensity to the traditional blues song, while Rhiannon Giddens added a haunting beauty with her rich, emotional vocals. Dressed in elegant black, she sang with passion and grace, her voice weaving perfectly around Tom’s powerful delivery.

Their chemistry on stage was undeniable—Jones delivered each line with grit and weight, while Giddens responded with soulful depth, creating a perfect balance between strength and vulnerability.

The backing band, led by Jools Holland, added to the atmosphere with crisp piano, jazzy brass, and steady rhythm, giving the performance a timeless New Orleans-style blues feel. The audience in the studio swayed along, completely absorbed by the magic happening on stage.

This performance of “St. James Infirmary Blues” was more than just a duet—it was a meeting of two generations and two musical worlds blending effortlessly. Tom Jones brought decades of legendary stage presence, and Rhiannon Giddens showcased why she’s considered one of the finest modern voices in folk and roots music. Together, they transformed the Hootenanny stage into a smoky blues club for a few minutes, delivering a performance that remains one of the highlights of the show’s history.

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