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Christine Lavin and the Four Bitchin' Babes
I went out tonight and had a great time. It's amazing what a new hair cut can do for one's mood, especially when everyone (well, except for one's immediate family that is) over the past few days has been saying "You look mahvelous." (Patience everyone; I have sent the pictures to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
daedala and asked her to upload and so hope I will have a link to post soon). I was also wearing my ribbon coat today, and several complete strangers stopped me to tell me how beautiful it was. Thus, I was in a perfect mood to go see Christine Lavin and the Four Bitchin' Babes.
I wish I'd thought to call up my sisters and ask whether they'd like to go with me.
I ate dinner at the Birchwood, lingering for quite a while over a turkey burrito and a novel by Charles DeLint (Someplace to be Flying). Then I went over to the Ted Mann Concert Hall, quite early because I wasn't quite sure where it was and wanted to make sure I could find a parking space. After circling like a shark for awhile, I finally gave up and parked in the $7 ramp (not the $26 ramp, thank you very much). So I was early to arrive, and discovered, to my surprise, that Christine Lavin was hanging out in the lobby, knitting. So I bought a CD quickly (Sometimes Mother Really Does Know Best, which is going to be officially released in May, on Mother's Day) and had her sign it. She flipped the cover open and pointed out the tiny writing on the disk. "Can you read that?" I peered and read it and started to laugh. It said, "Christine says in an emergency this disk can be used as a makeup mirror."
"Did you think of that?" I asked her.
"Yes. I admire multipurpose things. Like Swiss Army Knives."
Her set was first. The audience was a comfortable older crowd, perhaps (?) two thirds women. Many wore jeans, and EVERYBODY wore sensible shoes. Since I already have a handful of her albums, I'd heard many of the songs before, even though I haven't ever seen her in concert before. But even knowing the songs, and indeed many of the jokes, I still found myself laughing until tears ran down my face, esp. during "You Look Pretty Good for Your Age," when she came out into the audience with a headlamp on and scrutinized the men, looking for beefcake. Christine looks grandmotherly (she joked about one fan who once told her she looked like an ex-nun, and another who told her she looks like one of those ladies who dished up hot dish in the school cafeteria). Her voice is infectiously sweet, and she pokes fun at the audience, but no one minds in the least, because she pokes even more fun at herself. She's a really fun live performer.
I have never, for example, witnessed a folk music set before that ended with a demonstration of baton twirling.
I've never heard of any of the Bitchin' Babes other than Suzzy Roche. They had a substitute for Suzzy Roche, which was a disappointment, but the four produced a fun, lively set. After the concert I bought one of Deb Smith's CDs. The song I really wanted, however, isn't out yet, but will be the title track on her next CD, Pass it On, which surely was the most beautiful song of the evening. Made me think of the motherhood theme running through the ice palace book.
In fact, the whole evening seemed to be right in the groove of what I've been thinking about the last couple of weeks. The songs were about woman who have reached the point in their life where they don't see any point to doing anything but what it's important to them, what they want.
daedala and asked her to upload and so hope I will have a link to post soon). I was also wearing my ribbon coat today, and several complete strangers stopped me to tell me how beautiful it was. Thus, I was in a perfect mood to go see Christine Lavin and the Four Bitchin' Babes.I wish I'd thought to call up my sisters and ask whether they'd like to go with me.
I ate dinner at the Birchwood, lingering for quite a while over a turkey burrito and a novel by Charles DeLint (Someplace to be Flying). Then I went over to the Ted Mann Concert Hall, quite early because I wasn't quite sure where it was and wanted to make sure I could find a parking space. After circling like a shark for awhile, I finally gave up and parked in the $7 ramp (not the $26 ramp, thank you very much). So I was early to arrive, and discovered, to my surprise, that Christine Lavin was hanging out in the lobby, knitting. So I bought a CD quickly (Sometimes Mother Really Does Know Best, which is going to be officially released in May, on Mother's Day) and had her sign it. She flipped the cover open and pointed out the tiny writing on the disk. "Can you read that?" I peered and read it and started to laugh. It said, "Christine says in an emergency this disk can be used as a makeup mirror."
"Did you think of that?" I asked her.
"Yes. I admire multipurpose things. Like Swiss Army Knives."
Her set was first. The audience was a comfortable older crowd, perhaps (?) two thirds women. Many wore jeans, and EVERYBODY wore sensible shoes. Since I already have a handful of her albums, I'd heard many of the songs before, even though I haven't ever seen her in concert before. But even knowing the songs, and indeed many of the jokes, I still found myself laughing until tears ran down my face, esp. during "You Look Pretty Good for Your Age," when she came out into the audience with a headlamp on and scrutinized the men, looking for beefcake. Christine looks grandmotherly (she joked about one fan who once told her she looked like an ex-nun, and another who told her she looks like one of those ladies who dished up hot dish in the school cafeteria). Her voice is infectiously sweet, and she pokes fun at the audience, but no one minds in the least, because she pokes even more fun at herself. She's a really fun live performer.
I have never, for example, witnessed a folk music set before that ended with a demonstration of baton twirling.
I've never heard of any of the Bitchin' Babes other than Suzzy Roche. They had a substitute for Suzzy Roche, which was a disappointment, but the four produced a fun, lively set. After the concert I bought one of Deb Smith's CDs. The song I really wanted, however, isn't out yet, but will be the title track on her next CD, Pass it On, which surely was the most beautiful song of the evening. Made me think of the motherhood theme running through the ice palace book.
In fact, the whole evening seemed to be right in the groove of what I've been thinking about the last couple of weeks. The songs were about woman who have reached the point in their life where they don't see any point to doing anything but what it's important to them, what they want.