Yeah, it was a wild party Friday night at the Cistern. The tight-assed "ushers" weren't just up front. They were on a mission it seemed to stop people from having a good time. One was running around telling people not to take photos. What a hoot it was when Stafford Agee whipped out his iPhone and started taking pictures of the audience of having a great time! The band was hot! I'd seen them in NOLA more than a few years ago. And I think they were better than before. If you missed 'em, you missed a great party. There were plenty of seats among the trees. I was pretty amused when I got there and saw so much blue hair in the audience. I guess they thought they were going to Preservation Hall. Ha! Were they in for a surprise. They started leaving after about 20 minutes. I guess it wasn't their "cup of tea".
I concur, Stephanie. "Hallelujah" sends chills up my spine whenever I hear it. But you haven't lived until you've heard it live. k.d. put on a great show. Only problem is it ended way too soon.
OMGosh, I have waited years to hear that perfect, bone-chilling, heart-melting voice in person! Counting the hours until Sunday night!
@Sean A. Carter: everyone is entitled to their opinion. But for you to claim "the audience never embraced the one-note" is utter bullshit. She received a standing ovation, leading to an encore. Perhaps you were expecting another jazz ensemble. Personally, I enjoyed the fact that there was nothing to distract from the incredible range of her voice. There's beauty in restraint for those of us who can appreciate talent without needing to be knocked upside the head with it.
Don't lend your opinion to the entire audience.
A fan of Virginia Rodrigues I looked forward to enjoying her performance at Spoleto 2012. As an attendee to her debut performance during 2001 at the Cistern, her energy was magnetic, range commanding, voice crisp and Jazz ensemble filled that evening with electricity under the grand oaks. Though the Charleston setting was muggy, with the occasional sand gnat - who cared - the music was grand, the lights were bright, and all really had a blast and wanted the evening to last forever. My guests from Chicago were equally pleased with my selection of entertainment for the evening.
Last evening's concert at the Gaillard, however, was quite disappointing. Her somber voice, selection of song and veiled cold approach have certainly matured over the last decade, the audience never embraced the one-note. Mesquita's strings never seemed to climax, and musical endings faded into oblivion under the back-drop of static blues on graphite curtains. Early reviews in other cities proclaimed spell-bounding and spiritual, I must say that the Gaillard performance simply was not. One must wonder if the stage was just too difficult for these two artists to master. The magic simply was not present, and both seemed more often lost than at home. Or, alas, our local history wrought in the beauty and spirit of Gullah conditioned a Sandlapper to expect so much more in choir to lift-up the voice or in ensemble to showcase the guitar.
Sadly, the singular-offering concert rests mindfully more Refundable, than rewarding or repeating.
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