Dimitri from Paris is at Ghostbar. He's a pretty big name in the biz, who's mixed for Bjork and New Order. How cool is it that he's only known by his first name and hometown? Too bad "Lesley from Rancho Cucamonga" doesn't sound as good.
Come on bay-bee... Purgatory is hosting a daisy dukes party tonight. I'm assuming girls who wear them will get some type of discount. Say what you will about Purgatory, but at least they're keeping things interesting.
Minc has Ghetto-Blaster Thursdays with A.One and Phooka. This takes the place of the old-school hip-hop nights at the Slip Inn.
I've never seen Feist before, so I went to the Palladium last night with kind of low expectations.
To think I doubted her. Feist was genuine and relaxed and funny onstage, and her voice sounded exactly like it does on her CD -- clear, pure, bell-like. I couldn't get over the sound of it. She'd open her mouth, and boom, all these ribbons would unfurl, without her looking like she was trying very hard. I just kept thinking: Where does a sound like that come from? Tried to come up with a modern-day vocal comparison, but the only thing I could think of was Olivia Newton John. Not sure if that entirely works. Actually, it probably doesn't work at all.
Feist performed for about an hour, while silhouettes in different shapes flashed on a screen behind her -- birds, a house, something that looked like a sheet of scales. She ran through most of the stuff on The Reminder. (My Moon My Man, 1234, Sea Lion, I Feel It All, So Sorry, The Park, etc.) And she did Mushaboom, I believe for the encore.
It's hard to make it out to mid-week shows, because when you get home, you're exhausted. (Or at least I am.) This was one that actually made the work-week stress go away. You could just zone out and listen to her and sway and hold your S.O.'s hand. Totally worth the $25 $35-with-fees ticket price.
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