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.
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…