Upon arrival, there was a large funky brass band playing outside who came to the stage to enhance a few numbers. The covers included a kicker rendition of the Beastie Boys “Right to Party.” On this one Amanda played the drums and freaking killed it, too! Who knew? At one point, Amanda sang Jacques Brel’s “Port of Amsterdam”-- which was wonderful. The last time I saw that song sung live was at a Marc Almond concert in London. She is of the same caliber and direction as a performer, but dare I say it, is more versatile in stronger in her talent. It was an excellent rendering of the song, which not just anyone can pull off (Bowie made that cover, too.)
While “Machete” brought on subtle tears in me as a lyrical nuance revealed itself at an early point in the show, the final number really did it. The song is called “Sing” and (a boiled down summary) it is about doing the art you have to do despite the challenges and how hard it can be to do it, despite everyone who doesn’t get the “art thing” not understanding. To put aside insecurities about not doing it well, and just do it. Amanda introduced the song by reminding us all that art matters and helps the world in its own way, and that artists (of all types) can’t get held back by thinking they “should” be doing something “real” to help the world instead of following their passion. To not worry about what the world thinks and just do it. I am not as eloquent in my recollection but the feeling was of validation, connection, and agreement was so strong. She IS art, in all its essences. My hero!
As an artist and art teacher, seeing last night’s show was a boost of motivation for the year. Creating things and art has always been part of my life and I am grateful for that outlet. I am honored to be able to help kids see that, too, in my career. In a world where personal connection often seems temporary, self-serving, and elusive on a lot of people’s parts, art is always there, and amazing things can happen when a person explores their own creativity. Otherwise hidden personal emotion, thought, and experience become tangible, if we let it. Last night was a reminder of the magic that can happen in the world, for two hours at a concert and for life, when people don’t give up and push the creative envelope a little further. Beautiful, soul-growing stuff. If I had wings I’d fly to Brooklyn tonight to see the Coney Island show. But I have wings, five sets of them, so I won’t. Onward to make them breakfast and get ready for art class today. Singing, of course! Cheers.