As she talked about last night, the world is not a good place right now. Every day there is something else bad happening, and art reflects life. Her current album is not destined for a grammy, and the show was definitely not for everyone with its limited scope of cover songs, many dealing with death and the woes of society. She sang Sinnead O'Connor's "Black Boys on Mopeds," and songs tied in with the grief of loss and love. Her voice is beautiful. The one song of her own she played at the piano, "Machete," revealed that the powerful, energetic, almost frenzied singer/songwriter still lives in the calm person who sang all the rest.
The room was literally 95 degrees or more -- everyone was soaked with sweat. It was so gross -- impossible to keep dry. At one point she had the lights turned off and they sang in the dark. Was really neat. We were sitting in the first pew in the church -- on velvet cushions, no less -- in the best seats in the house. It was magical. Even in gross physical conditions like this, the expression of art and life made it meaningful and okay.
We all sweated and felt the vibes together.
Even her little naked-but-diapered baby got into the act, crawling around on the floor near the stage and clapping along. SO precious. After the show, mama ran back stage to feed him and then his sitter brought him out to hang out with the crowd while Amanda met fans. That baby has the most extraordinary eyes I've ever seen. Piercing, shocking blue. He is an old soul already, but with his parents, that is to be expected.
Amanda reminds me of another favorite musician of mine, Marc Almond (who I've traveled to the UK to see) has a similar vein of individuality, diverse artistic explorations, outstanding songwriting and strong vocal talent. And honesty, and passion about this thing called life. And surviving it. I noticed last night that one of Marc's early albums is subtly placed in the design of the new album cover. Would be fantastic if they could collaborate some day. That would be a travel-worthy gig if ever there was one!
I did the groupie thing after the show to finally meet Amanda and have the poster that hangs in my home art room signed. I thought of the shortest, most honest thing I could stay to her, and was met with an authentic appreciative reaction and a big hug. We are so blessed to have this person creating in our midst. She is a true artistic, inspiring gem. Thank you, Amanda, thank you. Cheers.