[Date Prev][Date Next][Thread Prev][Thread Next][Date Index][Thread Index]

Speaking of Wootyness....





As I mentioned, I spent last night in large room of women in comfortable 
shoes. Yes, folks, I went to see Indigo Girls in concert. And I say unto 
thee: run, don't walk! You aren't in heels! (Unless your heels are really 
comfy, of course.)

I got in free (WOOOOOOT!) but I believe the price was only $20, anyhow. 
It was just the two of them with their racks and racks of beautiful, fine 
acoustic guitars. Their guitar tech, Sully, is with them again/still (as 
is their sound guy-- and only those two, I think), and she came out after 
every song to hand them different guitars. Since I didn't see any ads for 
the show beforehand (thus my surprise and last-minute scrambling), I 
didn't know it was billed as a short, two-woman acoustic show. If I'd 
known, I probably would have somehow managed to be even MORE excited, if 
that's possible. My first IG show, years ago in Florida, for the Swamp 
Ophelia tour, was the same deal: just Amy and Emily and racks of gleaming 
guitars. I went with a dear friend who's also an acoustic 
singer/songwriter, and she was practically foaming at the mouth over the 
instruments. "Look at that one! Oh, man, it's gotta be worth at least 
$12,000. Oh, it's so beautiful...." She also got to go backstage after 
the show. She didn't touch the ground for days.

Anyway, it was indeed a short set-- only about an hour and a quarter, and 
the girls encouraged much singing from the audience. They told us how 
much they liked Philly, and reminisced about playing J.C Dobbs, and 
Haverford College, the latter memory stimulated by a bunch of 
cheerleaders in the audience who let out their school cheer between 
songs. Amy was totally psyched, and encouraged them to have their school 
call their (IG's) booking agent. 

Though they did Ozilline (Amy: "I used to sing this to my grandmother to 
cheer her up when she was alive, and I sing it now to cheer her...well, 
she's out there still."), Land of Canaan, Hammer and A Nail, Power of 
Two, Galileo, (maybe Reunion?) and, of course, Closer to Fine, much of 
the set was from their new album, Become You, which arrives March 12th. 
It sounds like it's going to be more stripped-down trip than, say, 
Shaming of the Sun or Come On Now Social. It usually takes me a few 
listens to start grooving on Amy's songs, but I loved everything I heard 
last night. Emily's songs I usually love right off the bat, and I was 
totally enraptured. Tight harmonies, elegant, clean swirls through minor 
chords, tunes that beg to be sung along with. (Doesn't hurt that I have a 
similar range to Emily's.) And, of course, simple but thought-provoking 
lyrics.

They only did one encore, and came out and admitted they didn't know what 
they were going to do, which provoked much screaming from the audience. 
My friend Kim asked me what I'd pick, and I immediately said, "Ghost." 
She cupped her hands and yelled it at ear-shattering decibels (Aw, yeah, 
woman!), but they went for something else. Amy wanted to dedicate it to 
someone whose name I didn't quite catch, but laughed and said, "But y'all 
wouldn't know who he is, so we'll just dedicate this to Michael Stipe," 
at which point I started screaming, cos "Kid Fears" is another of my 
absolute favourites. And of course, the amazingly in-tune audience sang 
his part perfectly. And I do mean amazingly in-tune. It was almost 
weird-- I could hear Amy's or Emily's (or Michael's) inflections and tone 
coming back from the single voice of the several hundred people in the 
crowd. Very cool.

This is only a preview tour for the new album. They'll be back around 
with a full band in the summer, and now that I've finally discovered 
their e-list (and Duran Duran's, which you'd think I'd've been on YEARS 
ago), I'll actually KNOW about it this time. And I'll be SO there!


Basking in the glow,

Ysoie


ps-- Yeah, I finally have to admit it: Amy's a hottie. She has long hair 
now. Woot!








---------------
Unsubscribe by going to http://www.actwin.com/OtR/