I wish I could pretend to be objective about this Cat Power show, but I know I can't. From the moment she charged on to the stage, Chan Marshall was so masterful and affecting that, really, I don't know who could render a cold-eyed analysis of what followed. If my review seems a bit overly superlative and sentimental, please forgive me.
Though I think I remember J.D. Salinger saying something about how we are only being overly sentimental when we treat something with more tenderness than does God. It's a weak apology, but it's all I can offer.
The club was low-ceilinged and dark, a converted roller rink with a mirror ball in the middle. A few years ago, it would have been hazy and smoky, but the effect isn't entirely lost. As the band started, the stage itself was dimly lit, with no bright spotlight, and a very heavy sound system. The Dirty Delta Blues band was working hard, doing their best invocation of the Muscle Shoals Rhythm Section from way back. …
Though I think I remember J.D. Salinger saying something about how we are only being overly sentimental when we treat something with more tenderness than does God. It's a weak apology, but it's all I can offer.
The club was low-ceilinged and dark, a converted roller rink with a mirror ball in the middle. A few years ago, it would have been hazy and smoky, but the effect isn't entirely lost. As the band started, the stage itself was dimly lit, with no bright spotlight, and a very heavy sound system. The Dirty Delta Blues band was working hard, doing their best invocation of the Muscle Shoals Rhythm Section from way back. …
