Stay with me. Though not long in words, it’s long in attention.
I’m just not up to blogging anything "substantive" just now (the looming disaster called an "election" will keep), so let me toss up something I’d had on my mind — music wise. …I like girl rockers who can really deliver power vocals. You know: like a Grace Slick, or even Joplin (in micro doses). And of course, who else could be my touchstone for this sort of thing but the sweet Ann Wilson (that’s perhaps the best link of the post, so if you don’t stick for the four minutes into the 8:24m track it takes to Rock, you’ll miss out).
But let’s go back about 12 years or so. Her name is Tracy Bonham, and — frankly — I have not much of an idea of her work in total; just one song. I was doing something in my apartment and this performance, Mother Mother, came on the TV with her doing it live, in a short skirt (oh, yea!) playing electric violin. I was jaw-dropped blown away and I never, ever forgot it. Then, a few months ago, my friend Karen blogged about Blue Man Group and I revisited the whole thing.
I’ve had this in my favs for some months, mildly itching to blog about it, but feel totally free to click back once you get the idea. Only; I couldn’t work myself up to it. You know, in the industry, it’s a "production value." To me? It was just so far away from the performance I saw. I just couldn’t show you that, as any sort of representation of my honest take on it. Well, at long last, here’s a very close approximation (you’ll really want to watch the whole thing). That, live, making the real thing, is just a jewel and I love it. Take particular note at 2:18. She is convincing, doing that.