Alow me to begin this “review” by saying that I know Brian McTavish and I’m no Brian McTavish…
But since McT got trapped off base somewhere between Gretchen Wilson and the Ballet Ball, I batted for him Saturday at Norah Jones’ concert at the Midland by AMC.
The venue was superb; the sound lighting, staffing – all first order. Which brings us to the show.
So let’s cut to the chase…
Jones clearly did not set the world on fire Saturday. Far from it. To be certain, she has her fans, and a well-behaved bunch they are. Throughout most of Jones 90 minute-plus set the joint was Karrin Allyson quiet. Plenty of polite applause, but the musical wattage low.
And as low-libido getaways go, Jones ranks with the best.
Still nine years into her star turn, she came across to my ears as too cool, comfortable and collected with her cool jazz-kitten status. The music was tight, her sexy vocal stylings intact. And she garnered the odd husky hoot from the crowd.
Still…
The entire Jones concert experience was too smooth for me; smooth jazz, smooth country, smooth covers. Her backup band: tight but largely dispassionate.
Don’t take my word for it…
“Norah Jones
Yo Boy
You’re not a fan….or a so called music critic, or a very good writer. The question then becomes, what were you doing there in this position?
Duke
Well after reading your stories on Saturday afternoon, it certainly left the reader with a strong impression that you were very much looking forward to attending. Like signing off saying, “see you at Norah.” I knew it wouldn’t work out. Just not your generation. But you want so much to be part of the “in” crowd. And you certainly seem bummed today and would like to have your time back. Stick to rock and roll Hearne.
hearne
Au contraire, Dukester. Chervokas’ take on Jones demographic:
” a white, suburban, middle class, middle-aged cohort that finds Norah Jones irresistible. We
Duke
I’m just saying that I had my doubts that she would deliver the goods and I was right. Good call on my part. Nothing against you attending. Live and learn.
The Trapper
You may be no Brian McTavish (and Brian McTavish is a friend of mine), but as pinch-hitter, you appear sufficiently up to the task. I