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bryant"Like most amazing things, it's easy to miss and easy to mistake, for when things are really great, it just means everything's in its place."
I don't understand how it works, really. Those words don't scan, they don't drift off the tongue in any kind of rhythm. Which is maybe why she's a great singer, on top of being an amazing songwriter. Phrasing, letting the words smear across the surface of the music... a skill I don't even understand.
The concert was wonderful. It's easy to get up to the front at the Fillmore if you're willing to wait in line a bit, which I certainly am. Much to my pleasure, the opening act was John Doe (you know, John Doe, Exene Cervenka... X? Suffice it to say X was one of the best punk bands of the 80s and an honest contender at times for best American band). All acoustic and punk folky and embarassingly I didn't pick up on who it was for a couple of songs. But I liked the songs. None of his old stuff; fine by me.
She came on with a four piece band; bassist, lead guitar, drums, keyboards. The guitarist was Michael Lockwood, who I believe plays on the albums. Buddy was off scoring a movie. Definitely a more amplified sound then the other concert. Lesse; John Sands on drums, I believe Paul Bryan on bass, didn't catch the keyboard player's name.
Lockwood really tears up the solos, more than Buddy, which is perfectly OK. It makes a nice contrast to the purity of the vocals.
Plenty of banter, with a moment I've been wanting to see at a concert -- any concert -- forever. During the first encore: "You know, I'm supposed to go back stage and then you make lots of noise and then I come out and go aw shucks. But that's kind of dishonest, so I'm just going to play the rest of the encore set without it."
Good music. Good concert. I guess I have to add her to Richard Thompson on the list of people I'll see any time they're in town, huh?
I don't understand how it works, really. Those words don't scan, they don't drift off the tongue in any kind of rhythm. Which is maybe why she's a great singer, on top of being an amazing songwriter. Phrasing, letting the words smear across the surface of the music... a skill I don't even understand.
The concert was wonderful. It's easy to get up to the front at the Fillmore if you're willing to wait in line a bit, which I certainly am. Much to my pleasure, the opening act was John Doe (you know, John Doe, Exene Cervenka... X? Suffice it to say X was one of the best punk bands of the 80s and an honest contender at times for best American band). All acoustic and punk folky and embarassingly I didn't pick up on who it was for a couple of songs. But I liked the songs. None of his old stuff; fine by me.
She came on with a four piece band; bassist, lead guitar, drums, keyboards. The guitarist was Michael Lockwood, who I believe plays on the albums. Buddy was off scoring a movie. Definitely a more amplified sound then the other concert. Lesse; John Sands on drums, I believe Paul Bryan on bass, didn't catch the keyboard player's name.
Lockwood really tears up the solos, more than Buddy, which is perfectly OK. It makes a nice contrast to the purity of the vocals.
Plenty of banter, with a moment I've been wanting to see at a concert -- any concert -- forever. During the first encore: "You know, I'm supposed to go back stage and then you make lots of noise and then I come out and go aw shucks. But that's kind of dishonest, so I'm just going to play the rest of the encore set without it."
Good music. Good concert. I guess I have to add her to Richard Thompson on the list of people I'll see any time they're in town, huh?
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How mysterious
Date: 2001-12-14 03:06 pm (UTC)Maybe it's more fun that way?
Re: How mysterious
Date: 2001-12-14 03:30 pm (UTC)Possibly it's simply more annoying.