[from Toronto,
Ontario, Canada]: No. Weak voice. Weak presence. She introduced one song as
being about Mother Earth: “and she’s pissed” … she paused to give the eleven of
us in the audience time to recognize her bold? wise? humorous? observation. It
went unrecognized. The only relief was her feathered arms and some bass drum
moments. And the delicious people standing in front of me, particularly the
miles long gay boy in long black jeans, black high heel stompers, a blonde
pompadour, and sunglasses (in the dark). If he was there, it had to get better?
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