entry with teeth...
Feb. 17th, 2003 02:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
talktooloose...but by 5 today, I will have one fewer. The dentist is removing one of my wisdom teeth which he says cannot be kept clean properly and will cause later hygiene problems. I hate the idea of removing a healthy tooth. And I will hate the sound of ripping bone inches from ear. Oh well.
On Friday, Snake, Rabbit and I went to see Cyndi Lauper up in nowhere-land two hours northwest of the city. The bus left 25 minutes late and sat in traffic for another 25 minutes. I was sure we'd miss 3/4 of the concert, but we arrived during the first song.
Oh, god, stop my heart from bursting! She is the greatest live performer on Earth, okay? She has a way of making you feel like the whole concert is being sung right to you. And the older she gets, the richer her personality and voice become.
It's funny -- the casino booked her because they thought she was a nostalgia act. Most people don't realize she had a career beyond Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. But I love her work from the 90s and her latest, too. In the 90s, she started using an awesome combination of house beats and folk instruments and her music became more activist -- feminist, gay rights.
Four times during the concert, she left the stage and prowled the audience while singing, usually picking someone's chair to stand on for the duration of the song, accepting hugs and kisses from fans and telling the bodyguards to back off and not to be nervous of the fans.
The highlight of the concert was a beautiful slow, acoustic version of Time After Time with Cyndi on dulcimer, joined by her guitarist and fiddler. Also, she talked about how the song True Colors has totally changed in her head since a gay fan told her how that song had given him courage to come out. She sang the song fiercely and screamed out the line, "don't be afraid" in a huge high howl that gave me shivers.
Her sister came out as a lesbian in the 1990s and now Cyn works for PFLAG and does a lot of pride concerts. Okay, it's all a little GLAAD-approved, but there's nothing kitschy about it in practice.
Going out from the concert onto the casino floor was too weird for words; thousands of dull-eyed gamblers dropping cash into blinking, thrumming machines. I realized that all the different machines are tuned to the same key (probably C major) and the air was thick with a minimalist miasma of the same arpeggio repeating asynchronously and endlessly. Thousands of soulless monks chanting, "feed me, feed me" in braindead monotony.
Quite the contrast.
On Friday, Snake, Rabbit and I went to see Cyndi Lauper up in nowhere-land two hours northwest of the city. The bus left 25 minutes late and sat in traffic for another 25 minutes. I was sure we'd miss 3/4 of the concert, but we arrived during the first song.
Oh, god, stop my heart from bursting! She is the greatest live performer on Earth, okay? She has a way of making you feel like the whole concert is being sung right to you. And the older she gets, the richer her personality and voice become.
It's funny -- the casino booked her because they thought she was a nostalgia act. Most people don't realize she had a career beyond Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. But I love her work from the 90s and her latest, too. In the 90s, she started using an awesome combination of house beats and folk instruments and her music became more activist -- feminist, gay rights.
Four times during the concert, she left the stage and prowled the audience while singing, usually picking someone's chair to stand on for the duration of the song, accepting hugs and kisses from fans and telling the bodyguards to back off and not to be nervous of the fans.
The highlight of the concert was a beautiful slow, acoustic version of Time After Time with Cyndi on dulcimer, joined by her guitarist and fiddler. Also, she talked about how the song True Colors has totally changed in her head since a gay fan told her how that song had given him courage to come out. She sang the song fiercely and screamed out the line, "don't be afraid" in a huge high howl that gave me shivers.
Her sister came out as a lesbian in the 1990s and now Cyn works for PFLAG and does a lot of pride concerts. Okay, it's all a little GLAAD-approved, but there's nothing kitschy about it in practice.
Going out from the concert onto the casino floor was too weird for words; thousands of dull-eyed gamblers dropping cash into blinking, thrumming machines. I realized that all the different machines are tuned to the same key (probably C major) and the air was thick with a minimalist miasma of the same arpeggio repeating asynchronously and endlessly. Thousands of soulless monks chanting, "feed me, feed me" in braindead monotony.
Quite the contrast.
