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Nov. 10th, 2006 12:21 amI figured I could sit at home and be depressed about my life, or I could go out and see and hear a live performance by an entertainer who has a reputation for a kick-ass live show.
Tonight I saw Ani DeFranco in concert. A very pregnant Ani DeFranco. And she lived up to that reputation and more. I was in the 11th row, one seat to the right of dead-center of the stage. Sometimes there's an upside to buying just a single ticket. So there I was, surrounded by mostly women, the scent of a hundred different perfumes, and the odor of a dozen different flavors of mint chewing gum. And actually more groups of women than couples, and the crunchy set wasn't as highly represented as I had anticipated. So much for stereotypes, eh?
She has an amazing voice that her chosen style of writing and performing under-emphasizes. I wonder how much of that is deliberate? She has a tight range in which she works, but she makes it work well. Her style is much more jazzy than rock, more folk than country. I'm guessing the vibe at her show is the closest thing around to what you would've found at a Beatnik club in the 1950s--except it's practically a religous experience. Way moreso than at the Tori Amos concert, although I'm sure the smaller venue tonight has something to do with that.
She had this to say about being pregnant: "I've spent my whole life alone in my skin, and now I have to share it with another little person." She was clearly weirded out by the experience, but she is certainly deep enough to indulge in that weirdness and let it happen and savor it. She also referred to this as being "the guitar vs. the belly tour", with a huge smile on her face.
She had a lot of positive things to say about the election results, and the crowed love it, of course. She also had some very nice, very insightful, very-nonpartisan, common sense things to say about being an American and a woman.
Right now, Enya is my daughter Samantha's favorite musician. She'll be 10 in January, and I figure I can get her some Annie Lennox CDs. When's she turns 13 or so, I'll introduce her to Tori Amos. And maybe by the time she's 15 or 16, she'll be ready (or in need of) Ani.
Tonight I saw Ani DeFranco in concert. A very pregnant Ani DeFranco. And she lived up to that reputation and more. I was in the 11th row, one seat to the right of dead-center of the stage. Sometimes there's an upside to buying just a single ticket. So there I was, surrounded by mostly women, the scent of a hundred different perfumes, and the odor of a dozen different flavors of mint chewing gum. And actually more groups of women than couples, and the crunchy set wasn't as highly represented as I had anticipated. So much for stereotypes, eh?
She has an amazing voice that her chosen style of writing and performing under-emphasizes. I wonder how much of that is deliberate? She has a tight range in which she works, but she makes it work well. Her style is much more jazzy than rock, more folk than country. I'm guessing the vibe at her show is the closest thing around to what you would've found at a Beatnik club in the 1950s--except it's practically a religous experience. Way moreso than at the Tori Amos concert, although I'm sure the smaller venue tonight has something to do with that.
She had this to say about being pregnant: "I've spent my whole life alone in my skin, and now I have to share it with another little person." She was clearly weirded out by the experience, but she is certainly deep enough to indulge in that weirdness and let it happen and savor it. She also referred to this as being "the guitar vs. the belly tour", with a huge smile on her face.
She had a lot of positive things to say about the election results, and the crowed love it, of course. She also had some very nice, very insightful, very-nonpartisan, common sense things to say about being an American and a woman.
Right now, Enya is my daughter Samantha's favorite musician. She'll be 10 in January, and I figure I can get her some Annie Lennox CDs. When's she turns 13 or so, I'll introduce her to Tori Amos. And maybe by the time she's 15 or 16, she'll be ready (or in need of) Ani.
