All Hail the Duffster

WHO: Hilary Duff
WHERE: Credit Union Centre
WHEN: July 30/07

Hilary Duff is evolving. I swear. Her show last night was so much good clean fun it almost hurt. It's likely I was the only person there who wasn't either in high school or younger, or towing a five-year-old.

I left a little early to write this review. However, my sister ensured me that things didn't get much more salacious after I left.

While the Disney treatment was good, I feel optimistic in thinking Hilary Duff may have room to grow with her career. The bottom line for me is that she doesn't have to perform (she's super rich) and yet she does, and sings hard even for crowds that aren't sold out. For now, she gets the benefit of the doubt.

The Buttless Chaps

WHO: The Buttless Chaps
WHERE: Amigo's
WHEN: July 28/07

The Buttless Chaps are a good band who make the kind of music that I dream about making at night. Luckily I avoided the fan club treatment, although I really liked their work.

What happened onstage seemed more like play. At times it became a keyboard party, with three people playing keys while Dave Gowans sang, everyone in the band smiling at each other like they were in on some secret we'd never understand.

Gowan's guitar and countrified vocals (I love his deep voice) blended in such an odd but delightful way with all the electronic quirkiness.

"Neil Young Trans," said a friend. The reason I qoute anonymous friends is that everyone has such good insight on the musical experience. Mostly more than me because I always overthink things.

So at risk of doing so, I will say that the vocoder duet with Ida (of Great Aunt Ida) was tentative and delightful and seemed like so much fun, and the set flew by in far shorter amounts of time than Friday-night shows usually do.

Luckily I was able to acquire both recent CDs and some Buttless Chapstick, so along with filling my ears with memories of the Buttless Chaps, I can also rub them all over my lips. Clever marketing.

Welcome to the Carbon Dating Show

WHO: soso/Maybe Smith/Carbon Dating Service
WHERE: Amigo's Cantina
WHEN: July 26/07

So many smiles. So much dancing. Or at least that was the show I saw.

Hip hop artist soso warmed up the crowd, playing only three songs. By the end the crowd was bobbing along. His music is minimal accompanied by his turntable and electronic devices and Maybe Smith on guitar. The rumour flying around is that soso’s new album will drop in November, and word on the street is that it is going to be amazing. For those who don't know, he's kind of a big deal. Soso has a Japanese tour coming up, as well as an October appearance at Pop Montreal in the beginning of October.
I’d like to offer up this nugget as a review: “I like this a lot more than I thought I would,” said friend with big smile on her face.
For me, it was great to see him live. Soso’s chill beats have an occasional home in my CD player (occasional is a compliment nowadays) and I think despite a little hesitation off the top, he put on a performance that ensured I'll go back for another.

By the time Maybe Smith took the stage the crowd was warm. Very warm. Actually they were hot and sweaty in the late July heat. Although the sound from the back wasn’t as good as usual (perhaps due to larger than usual crowd and louder than usual volume), at the front and centre it sounded quite good. Maybe Smith ripped through what seemed like a short set, including all the hits — Bloody Nose receiving the biggest sing-a-long. The songs are hits because people were singing along and dancing wildly, cheering and clapping. Well practiced after the cross-Canada tour, the band was greeted warmly by an enthused hometown crowd. The highlight was when someone brought a package of sparklers and fired them up mid-song. It was magical.

You’ve been served.

Perhaps we should talk about what’s happened to the Carbon Dating Service lately, if it isn’t already known. Given the royal love-up by CBC Radio 3, Carbon Dating Service was toured around Canada, featured on the r3 website, music blogs such as i (heart) music, and according to rumour sold out shows in eastern Canada.

The CDS (I'd like to think I'm cool enough to abbreviate them) was the headlining act, hosting an official CD Release party for their new album Polyentendrii. With so many band members it seems inevitable things will seem scattered at times, but the horn section worked tightly in tandem with each other and the group definitely got a groove on. Dressed in matching t-shirts reading "Support the Synchrotron Awareness Tour, Sponsor a Beam Line," jeans and ball caps, the loose uniform was interesting if not a little blah. Perhaps this band should go Polyphonic Spree pre-Fragile Army and get some robes. That would be cool, although probably a little warm for summer. At press/bed time, CDS had just played an evening-making cover of Space Hog’s In The Meantime. I doubt this song could have pleased anyone else like it pleased me. With fiddle player Toby Bond stepping up to sing rather poorly whilst dressed in a shiny sexy-nurse costume, and a horn section reinforcing the “ooooh, ooooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, ooooh” chorus, it was bliss. And yes, I loved that song in high school. Thanks CDS, you made my night and gave me many fond memories for the future.

Nathan

WHO: Nathan
WHEN: July 19/07
WHERE: House Concert

This post should probably be titled "how not to ruin a good experience by giving a band the fan-club treatment after they play."

The reason for this is that I saw Nathan play a particularly special and intimate show on the rooftop patio of a local singer-songwriter who holds house concerts in her home.

It was a magical experience — the band bantering back and forth, telling stories of how they met and smiling adoringly at each other. The chemistry between singer Keri Latimer and singer/banjo/accordion player Shelley Marshall is smoldering.













Apparently — so the story they told goes — the two met when they were both dating a trucker named Nathan. Who knows if it's true, but it's a good story all the same.

They rolled through songs from their past three albums (the band debuted their first album in 2001), trading instruments and bringing out the Wurlitzer.

With their aching alt-country sound I feel like the captured the loneliness of growing up in a small town and being a little bit different from anyone else. They even have a song called Trans Am.

Nathan could have done anything and I would have loved it, but unfortunately (fortunately for me, not for them) they chose to play the song Gasoline, which is one of my favourite songs right now. This choice resulted in my grinning maniacally at them from where I was standing and then mobbing them after the show so I could buy their new album and then get signatures. It was too much really.

However, whether or not they enjoyed the enthusiasm from someone who is usually more composed around music-people, they did create a life-long follower with this performance.

Dear Nathan: I will always love you. Signed: Superfan.

The Tragically Hip

WHO: The Tragically Hip
WHERE: Bessborough Gardens
WHEN: July 18/07

Yes. I was there and completed a life goal by seeing this band.

I particularly enjoy this review of the show, although it is quite the love-up. I left wishing I'd seen the band ten years ago, when they were raw and full of testosterone, knowing they still had to prove it to people. Still, despite his many road miles and enough fans to never need to try again Downey moved around the stage like an electric jellyfish, loose and full of energy. Guitarist Rob Baker also proved his chops on a particularly emotional steel solo on Wheat Kings, his long hair hanging in front of his face.

Overall, I'm so glad I had the good fortune to be there. The Hip's music has so much complexity, and although I love them in rock-show format, I also have a not-so-secret dream to hear Gord Downie perform an intimate acoustic set that lets his beautifully poetic lyrics take precedence. But that's just me. Rock on.

Photo is by Gord Waldner/The Star Phoenix, www.canada.com

Quiet on the Home Front

My blog is neglected, my brain is full of musical things. My personal computer is dying and it hates the blogger.com site. However, I'm going to be welcoming a new computer into my life shortly, and my publication schedule will become regular, photos will be featured on most posts, and the universe will realign itself.

Here's what I've been up to for the past few days:

- We Were Lovers. I happened to have the good timing to catch their first show ever while I was in Regina last Friday. And what a show it was. Although Elsa Gebremichael and her frequent companion S.J. Kardash can be seen performing with several local bands (including From Chimpan-A to Chimpan-Z, and The Blood Lines) this band is Gebremichael's, a chance to showcase her music, great voice and good looks. Dressed in a ruffled black velvet dress, she dazzled under the red lights above O'Hanlon's small stage. There were a lot of instrumental and not enough vocals (just a consequence of the sound system I believe) and the band seemed pretty tight, especially for a first show. All my friends kept talking about how good it was afterwards, and how beautiful she was. I'm not one to focus on superficial things, but I think it's very important to note. There was a lot of dancing, a little too much booze, I can't remember their song titles, but I'm hoping to see them again before the summer ends.

- Alphababy. Nice guys, good show and someone handed me a tambourine, effectively making me part of the music (or so I'd like to think). To avoid conflict of interest, I'm not going to write anything else. Check out their myspace.

- Craven Country Jamboree. Yes, Craven happened. Musically amazing, emotionally draining. I'd like to post more, and probably will. Or I'll write a book about it.

- Big and Rich, Cowboy Troy, Two-Foot Fred. Gretchen Wilson. The Muzik Mafia. An insane party, it was almost impossible to contain my excitement about this show. Their shtick is so preposterous but their charisma (and John Rich's raw talent) make it work. Big Kenny is a rock star. Plain and simple. This duo deserves respect. They sing about Saving Horses and Riding Cowboys, and then Big Kenny launches into a plea to end genocide in Darfur. Not in that order, but by the time his manifesto began they had me engrossed. Still, I'm afraid most people were far too drunk to catch any of it. I literally have 1/3 of a notebook full of notes about this show. It was wild. Hopefully I'll expand them into something eventually. Or you could just ask me to talk about it to you for about an hour. Who wants to talk about Big and Rich for an hour? Come on people.

- Carrie Underwood. She can sing. She can really sing. And she's gorgeous. I only caught a portion of this show, and from my lackluster vantage point, I couldn't really analyze it, but I think there is a reason for all those Grammy awards.

- Stars. Their new album is available from iTunes although it doesn't come out in physical form until Sept. 25. It's undergoing something of an analysis right now. I'm not sure if it can top Set Yourself on Fire, as the album was all I listened to for umm.. approximately two years. And that's not really an exaggeration.

Meligrove Band

WHO: Meligrove Band
WHERE: Amigo's
WHEN: July 10/07

I find it hard to write about things I like instinctively. The easier it is to dance to, the harder it is to write about.

This band has played together for eight or so years, and sounds like it. They are in-sync with each other and starting to sound quite polished. It felt like one of the tightest band's I've seen at a club show in a long while. And they rocked in an indie-rock way, while still being poppy, which is pleasing to both boys and girls alike.

For the most mainstream comparison I can dredge up, lead singer Jason Nunes's voice has a tinge of similarity to Ben Kowalewicz of Billy Talent, minus any screaming back-ups from other band members (funny... both bands come from Mississauga). Not content to just be a good singer who puts a great deal of intensity into his vocals, Nunes can also handle the keyboards like a classically trained pianist, and play a mean guitar too. Oh, and all the other members can sing — in harmony with each other at that.

Meligrove Band is starting to get noticed. The press is picking up on the Toronto-based group. Still, they stay extremely accessible on and off stage. Their banter between each other on stage suggested a local-band type camaraderie with the crowd. Maybe it was the three days they spent playing Nintendo in Saskatoon prior to the show, but this article suggests otherwise.

They are a great band, and they must know how good they are, yet they don't find it necessary to craft a wall around themselves that other groups sometimes do.

Listen, listen, listen and then maybe someday you can be one of those people who can say "I liked Meligrove Band when..."

http://www.myspace.com/meligroveband

I'd also like to note that scheduled openers Novillero have disappeared. No one seems to know where they are or why they couldn't make it. It was disappointing, but local dude Will Robbins (usually with Pearson) stepped in to fill the bill, playing among other songs, a nice but weird cover of Outkast's Hey Ya.

Watch This

Mostly because I love this Joel Plaskett song, and the video they've created looks nothing like the Lindsay Lohan-esque Young Hollywood treatment I saw playing in my head every time I listened to it. Darn it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GKDgkcx9ric&NR=1

They Shoot Horses, Don't They?

WHO: They Shoot Horses, Don't They? + Shapes and Sizes
WHERE: Amigo's
WHEN: July 8/07

There is nothing so humbling as seeing something you can't understand and having much more musically astute new friends unravel it for you.

"As if Wolf Parade kidnapped a polka band," said Rich.

"Think of it like a death machine coming to kill you," said Ryan.

"Are you serious?" I say. He nods. "Did you make that up yourself?" I ask. He nods again.

And the wheels began to turn. With closed eyes. Seeing the giant monstrous machine- constructed out of the awkwardly juxtaposed sounds clashing and stomping together.

Menacing horn lines. A tuba. The audience grabbing noise makers from a germy jumbled bag of items on the floor and using them to construct blunt and awkward sounds. Everyone driving towards inevitable doom, picking at the edges of something strange and very weird, with lead singer Josh's little boy baby babble patching it all together. This wasn’t really music the ear could easily grab and hold onto. No melodies, no easy to find beats. But obviously They Shoot Horses, Don't They? has a band of believers, a sparse and devoted crowd including three people who drove up from Regina for the Sunday night show. At the same time, it wasn't fun. It wasn't comfortable or easy to understand.

Will this show provoke further listening as I stare down a copy of their CD on my desk? Perhaps. But it was some music, a moment, a death parade, a circus in a bag.

Openers Shapes and Sizes were almost as equally odd. A former Victoria band supplanted to Montreal to join the compendium of boy/girl vocalist groups with a poppy synth sound, although they seem to be skirting something outside of those conventions. The strongest moments came when their drummer used a beat you could feel underneath the meandering art project going on over top.

The group didn't seem like they truly wanted to be there (they announced it was their last stop on the tour with They Shoot Horses, Don't They?). What was intriguing about the group was female vocalist Caila Thompson-Hannant's voice, which she alternately pushed and held back, letting it wander up freely into her higher register. Definitely interesting and will prompt future listening so I can learn how to understand whatever it was they were trying to create but didn't quite reach.

Damo Suzuki

WHO: Damo Suzuki
WHERE: Amigo's
WHEN: July 7/07
(photos by Maja Montgomery)

I was so intensely focused on the energy the musicians created in this performance that my shoulders knotted themselves up and I spent most of the show in pain.

After the show everyone in the audience looked bewildered over what they had just experienced. The musicians walked off stage not understanding what just happened. Not sure how they had created such a complex vortex of sound, orchestrated by Suzuki, hands clenched tightly around the microphone - channeling energy into it like it was a matter of life or death. Me left wondering how to dissect it. I don't think I can.

Suzuki's democratization of music - travelling around the world and playing improvised gigs with local musicians in each place - is an intensely important project. Surely it was empowering for the musicians to understand that they could create that kind of sound. Because his caliber of talent forced them to play towards that, to strive harder and drive towards the creation of such a finely pointed transfer of energy between the audience and the musicians. It was, in a sense, returning the music to the people. Suzuki deconstructed the idea of a "band" and broke down any of the rock poser musical pretention surrounding music, focusing on the creation of an experience specific to that place or time. As he describes it, the musicians are "sound carriers" and he was focused on creating a communication in sound with the audience and the players.

After the show everyone kept asking "do you think they could have done it on their own?" Yes, but they need to understand how to focus on the music the way Suzuki does, breaking down their own walls and simply working towards the communication of sound together.

For more on Damo Suzuki's Network, check out: http://www.damosuzuki.de/

Pride Tiger and Golden Smoke

WHO: Pride Tiger w/ Golden Smoke
WHEN: July 5/07
WHERE: Amigo's

It happened. Good show. Update soon.

Mr. Something Something

WHO: Mr. Something Something
WHERE: Lydia's
WHEN: July 5/07

Caught the tail end of this group's Lydia's show. I like this band. I have a song by them on my myspace. They have great energy. Lead singer Johan Hultqvist is intensely focused on stage, his eyes set on the creation of music. I've been told he drinks sleepy-time tea before shows and feeds off the energy of the crowd.

They are a band who tours. A lot. I first saw them at the Junos only a couple months ago. They grab the crowd with their ability to make you dance, but their music carries a message.

Check out http://www.mrsomethingsomething.com/ for more.

Elliott Brood

WHO: Elliott Brood
WHERE: Amigo's
WHEN: July 4/07
(www.myspace.com/elliottbrood)

This is a band whose eccentricities make them interesting.

A kick drum made of a suitcase, a banjo, a painting of Chief Joseph on the back of a guitar and a set of Roland PK-5 pedals (a take on the Moog Pedal, which the Rock Snob's Dictionary describes as a "squelching old school synthesizer" invented in 1965 and favoured by Beck).

But don't ask them to analyze themselves.

"It's just the way we do it," said Mark Sasso, lead singer, banjo player and guitarist.

The Ontario-based group started out as a twosome in 2002 but later added a drummer. Their lack of bass and a three-piece simplicity adds a raucous old-time country element to their sound.

The show itself was fantastic fun and the dance floor far too small. In the long set they showcased their own unique songwriting and sound (which at times drew comparisons by my friends to everyone from Modest Mouse to the best of the country old-timers ), and an encore of rocking countrified covers of Neil Young, Johnny Cash and the White Stripe's Hotel Yorba.

Any band true enough to their roots to write Saskatchewan into one of their songs — Oh, Alberta — gets my respect. By the crowd clustered around the trio after the show it's apparent that their style is drawing a solid following and will continue to do so for some time to come. Tour on Elliott Brood.

For more great music, check out their label Weewerk Records. Elliott Brood are label-mates with the Great Lake Swimmers and United Steel Workers of Montreal, two more great bands doing exciting alt-country things.

Emm Gryner

WHO: Emm Gryner
WHERE: Lydia's
WHEN: June 30/07

Emm Gryner is unfortunately not as much of an anomaly in Canadian music as she should be. An accomplished musician who runs her own Canadian record label (Dead Daisy Records), has toured with David Bowie and The Cranberries, and who plays a mean Thin Lizzy cover, Gryner should be selling clubs much larger than Lydia's.

But luckily for the audience, we were able to see her up close at this show. Gryner has a rock star exterior, a hardened skin over her heart. Her own songs were beautiful, and I wished she played more of them — Black Winged Bird stood out — but she can also do covers. At one point she accompanied herself solely on bass guitar for a Thin Lizzy cover. It was strange to see someone do this, but oddly fitting, as the low notes provided a solid accompaniment that didn't compete with her amazing voice.

She then ripped through a full set of covers of old Irish songs, covers of '80s rock, and a few of her own gems. The appreciative audience begged for more and she closed off with a cover of Pour Some Sugar on Me. I wish we could have experienced more of her intensely personal stuff, but regardless, Gryner was great to see.

For more context on Gryner's accomplishments,check out this article, which appeared in The Star Phoenix before her show.

Kirby Criddle

WHO: Kirby Criddle
WHERE: Lydia's
WHEN: June 30/07
(photo from www.myspace.com/kccmusic)

The Emm Gryner show also showcased local talent Kirby Criddle, who is quietly making sweet, sincere music out of her Saskatoon home.

"i like to write songs, record them once on my kitchen countertop, and then put them on the internet. be gentle, it's my soul you're sinking your teeth into," she pens on her myspace page.

She doesn't have to worry. That soul exposed is what could warm any critic's heart. The way she laid bare the stories behind her song endeared the audience so much you could literally see them turning their rapt attention onto this picturesque pixie sitting up on the stage with her acoustic guitar.

As long as Criddle keeps that purity and honesty in her music, she'll do alright.

Becoming a Music Snob

Just a random thought. I've been viewing my transformation into a music-snob with a sort of birds-eye view, if that makes sense. As in, I can see myself becoming a music-snob because I always hated all those things music snobs said.

For example: Feist is too commercial. I liked her when I saw her at ... yadda yadda this club.

But the reason — and I realized this when I was listening to the new Velvet Revolver CD and fantasizing that I could see them play at Bud's on Broadway, all squished up on the dance floor — is that they are so accessible at the small clubs.

Because when the White Stripes played the bowling alley, there was a lot of "oh my god this is the White Stripes," but it was also a chance to see the band. I mean really connect with them and understand what they were doing on an intimate level. To see the interplay between Jack and Meg White that you can never see at the big show, even if you are three feet away in the orchestra pit.

So when stupid rock-snob verbosity starts spewing from my mouth, just asks me to justify it, because I usually can.

White Stripes x 2

WHO: The White Stripes
WHERE: Eastview Bowl, Saskatoon and TCU Place, Saskatoon
WHEN: Surprise Show @ 3 p.m. July 1/07
Concert @ 7:30 p.m. July 1/07

It's a little hard to find extra words for this experience.

Check out the article I wrote for The Star Phoenix.

For the night's performance, check out this colourful and contextual review penned by former colleague and Chart writer Dan McRae. His words rank higher than anything my musically-fatigued brain can pull together at this very moment. Cheers.

Bengough, Saskatchewan?

http://www.gatewayfestival.ca/

This caught my attention because of the proximity to my hometown. I kept noticing all these interesting acts were booked to play in Bengough, of all places. A town, near but not dear (grr... rival towns) to my heart.

So after I noticed Jeff Healey, and my friend Tyler Lewis, and then Elliott Brood, and the Cracker Cats were all playing the same weekend in Bengough, I got curious and decided to research.

By doing that I found out that, super but "not-so-rocking" band from Regina, power-pop quartet The Polymaths are also going to play.

Looks like I have no good reason not to go home for a weekend. Three cheers for Bengough, and whoever is behind this small-town-SK upstart festival. Hip-hip-hootenanny!

Ndidi Onukwulu

WHO: Ndidi Onukwulu
WHERE: Bessborough Gardens
WHEN: June 30/07
(photo from www.ndidi.ca)

This was one of those shows where I really regretted not bringing my camera. Ndidi Onukwulu was fierce. With a demure ruffled black dress cinched at the waist by a fiery red belt, lips painted the same shade to match and tattoos winding up her legs, Onukwulu displayed the passion inside of her in appearance alone. One part a lady and equal parts fire and musical fervor, this woman can sing the blues, and work a crowd.
"I used to be in a relationship with someone who would leave me at home all alone. So to get back at him, I wrote a song about him," she told the crowd. Almost all her songs had stories attached — a musician outside the New York City projects she lived in for a while who just played to make people feel better, and a song she wrote for the children of the world suffering in wartime. "Our children are our future," she said to some appreciative clapping and cheers from the audience.
Her narratives weren't just sob stories either. You could really feel the acute way she perceived the pain in the world and used her music to try and make it better.
At the end of the show she asked for a cordless microphone, got down off the stage and moved through the crowd, bringing everyone in the gardens to their feet for her last song, dancing with any audience member who wouldn't stand.
Her guitar player Madagascar Slim (a three-time Juno Award winner) also deserves a mention. At first I was impressed by the way he built a whole song with just his guitar alone, but he later revealed to the crowd he was using digital looping. Regardless, he was able to fully accompany Onukwulu with his guitar alone, provide a full, rich sound and have time to let loose with some solid blues riffs.

C'mon and The Get Down

WHO: C'mon, with The Get Down
WHERE: Amigo's
WHEN: June 28/07

The perfect counterbalance to the concert I saw earlier in the evening, C'mon played a fiery set with The Get Down out of Edmonton opening for them. (I missed The Split Lips)

The show made my face feel like I had a slight case of wind burn. When The Get Down played, I literally stepped up to the stage and felt the wall of sound daring me to come closer.

Good rock is not about musicianship. Okay, well musicianship elevates good rock to astronomical levels, but good rock, the decent kind that gets you revving, is about the loudness. Good rock is about stepping up to the wall of sound and daring it to break your eardrums. The rush comes from slowly tearing your eardrums to pieces as you bask in the guitar solo raining down on top of you.

And that was the first band I saw.

Before C'mon got to the stage there was a good buzz in the room full of rock fans waiting to watch C'mon's bass player Katie Lynn Campbell, who has also played with Nashville Pussy.

What happened when she got onstage – and the show kicked ass really, it was epic – was that she proceeded to rock, take something like eighteen shots, and display a smoldering chemistry with guitar player and singer Ian Blurton . Their partnership (they are together offstage too) was so captivating that I didn’t even hear the drumming until nearly the fifth or sixth song. Which is, in my opinion, the sign of an amazing drummer. You don’t know they are there until isolated on the stage, a deft –tap-tap-tap- on the high hat, as the wall of sound moves backwards for a few moments. All this good, pure but distorted noise came from only three people. They played into the crowd, literally climbing into it. At one point,Campbell played her bass guitar in the middle of the audience, writhing on a table while we all stared in awe of her. Then she handed her bass off to an audience member so she could go to the bathroom but leave the band playing, an admission that she knew everyone in this room could at least play the bass guitar. We’ve all tried to rock that hard and failed. But they respected us for that, and so we respected them. Especially when a crazed Blurton started smashing his guitar into his already-trashed amp. This band really plays their instruments, to the point where almost all their gear looks like it's spent time in a war zone.

Come’on deserves a much more rock sounding name. But, that indie-rock name (and inclusion on the Exclaim! summer sampler) got me to that show, and so whatever flag they have to fly under they should keep flying it. Because they rock. Hard.

Coco Love Alcorn

WHO: Coco Love Alcorn
WHERE: House Concert
WHEN: June 28/07

It feels like forever since the Coco Love Alcorn experience but the fact that I've made time to listen to her album Sugar three times in the last crazy four days is a sign that I'm onto something really good.

First of all, she performed her Saskatoon show in a house. It was my first house concert, and I can understand why people say they have a hard time going to shows in any other setting after attending a few of these.

She seemed a little out of sorts with being so close to us the audience at first, but after a couple of songs we were all on the same wavelength. Getting to see her perform these songs up close and very personal basically turned me into a fan for life.

The highlights that stick out to me are as follows:

1) Her beautiful tribute to her bicycle.
2) The song Mary Goes Round. Check it out.
3) Her scat solos.
4) Her sweet introduction of her husband, who she married eight months ago, fell passionately in love with instantly and now travels across the country making art projects with.
6) Her "imaginary band." As I listen to the CD, I keep envisioning her up on the little stage, asking us to imagine the band in our head.

Alcorn plans to tour back through Saskatchewan again in the fall. If you are into female jazz singers with powerful voices and an emotional mastery of their music, check her out.