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Friday, Mar. 05, 2004 - 3:24 a.m.

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Cyndi and Martha RAWWWKK Montreal with Plastik Patrik

First, please read about how the whole fucking country of the United States of America is breaking out in civil disobedience like a bad case of the measles when it comes to the whole Gay Marriage shebang. Heartening isnt it! :)

Now that we've got a bit of politikking out of the way, let's get to the meat...


What a fantastic concert tonight at Metropolis here in Montreal. The woman was hot hot hot.

... little interlude.... she was opened by (hey, not like that!) Martha Wainwright, yes, she of the brother Rufus, the mother Kate McGarrigle (who accompanied her on the piano for one song), and the father Loudon Wainwright III. I had never heard her play and knew next to nothing about her. I didnt even realize before getting to the venue that she was playing.

And she totally wowed the audience. She is incredibly unpretentious... (and who puts together her outfit... her I guess... offwhite blazer, open with a vertically pinstriped shirt in various colors including some pink I guess, then a screaming pink striped skirt with billowing panels, to her knees. The pink striped skirt made it easy to spot her in the crowd after the show...)

She opened with a song called "Bloody Mother Fucker Asshole", and a song which has some words about being in the wrong place, not like these people, a girl with strapondick and a gift for gab... eeek sounds like me! LOL! It was funny, since she was sort of a combo of folksy, oldtime acoustic rock and country. Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole... hehe has she been to see Peaches with her Fatherfucker album?? Her rendition of "Bye bye Blackbird" was hauntingly beautiful.. she wore it like a glove, and her velvet voice didnt hurt any.

Anyways, she was just so real, and had a great presence, was totally into her music, and had a very nice voice, something I cannot say for her brother (he has great lyrics, gives a fantastic interview, but has a voice I would use to torture someone)... so I ended up buying her 4song EP cd at the end of the night and getting her to sign it. Being a geek, I invited her to my comic book launch in two weeks, but she lives in NY apparently. I think I was too geeky. Ah sigh! Here is a recent article on her.

..... end of interlude...

We ended up having to wait standing for what seemed like hours but couldnt have been, until Cyndi and her band came out, but from that moment, the patiently waiting audience was like a tightly wound spring let loose. One could hardly hear the whole of the first song for the screaming. She noted we were a REALLY LOUD room. hehe.

She looks totally great... when I saw her last fall at the Bell Amphitheatre, opening for Cher, she looked like she was doing her best but was just wiped out. She looked exhausted, and I wanted to say "go home and get some sleep, it's ok, you don't need to entertain us".

But tonight she was at 120%... she has a nice shortish haircut, very rockergirl, bleached including the roots, and was dressed in black cotton... a sort of midarmlength jacket, open on the top buttons, cinched at the sides with laces, midcalf black cotton pants very plain, and little shorty flat boots. Very simple, no wild colors or crazy makeup.

Her set had some totally boppin well-known songs such as "Money Changes Everything" (which had the pianist/ accordianist (Steve Gaboury) on his back on the floor at one point, playing accordion on his back!) and Sisters of Avalon, which is apparently her son's favorite song. He plays drums to it and calls it the Loud Song (I think he is 6 or 7 years old... he was on stage with her last fall)

And then there were mesmerizing ballads from her new album, "At Last". These were songs that I recognized from my childhood, such as "Walk on By" and "If You Go Away". Those made full use of her simple presentation and incredible voice. We think of her as goofy sometimes, with coyote yells, but this woman does NOT smoke, let me tell you. She can hold a note til you melt. And the room did. Despite the high energy and the constant screaming drowning out any note she held in an old fave, you could hear a pin drop when she did the same during a ballad. The woman can sing dammit.

There were spectacular solos by both her guitarist, Kat Dyson and her violinist Deni Bonet... my god, at one point Cyndi and the both of them were out on the little runway singing True Colors, and I thought... jeeezus... those three women who are all over 40 if not over 50 are sizzlin. This incredible musicianship coupled with the looks and the moves. One did not see this years ago... women this age rockin down like that. The interesting thing was the audience was about a third over 35, and the rest were young young young... ie 19-25 (it is a drinking venue so all adults).

She apparently was here in Montreal with Tina Turner before. Goddamn, I gotta read the paper and buy tickets to these things. How could I EVER have missed that?? !!

Well, it was a highenergy night with the audience just loving her. And it became sort of a standing repartee... people shouting out "I LOVE YOU!!" and her replying "You LOVE me? you don't even know me", adding things like "you dont even know if you could live with me!" and "maybe I'm a slob!" and "I've got TONS of makeup things and take all the shelves in the bathroom" all spoken in that horrid NY accent of hers in her cartoon character voice. She also launched into a tale about how we never really know someone. It went sort of like this:

When she was a kid, like 7 or maybe nine, her mom painted half the house lavender and the other half green, and little Cyndi had a dress that went with, being green with purple polkadots. And her mom had a builtin bookshelf put into the porch, with books, esp Readers Digest abridged ones... and one was about a man who was a scientist and had a monkey and got it pregnant, or maybe the man was lonely or something like that, but anyways, the Beatles came out with their Revolver album and she hated it.

So she bought the Monkees, which might or might not have something to do with the Readers Digest book... and she totally fell for this Davy Jones guy in the band, and started fantasizing helping him on tour, and then fastforward to a romantic walk hand and hand with him on the beach, and somehow she became an unwed teenage mother, and he skipped on her. And so she was bitter and angry and got rid of all her Monkees albums and all, but thought, hey why so negative, it's all just a fantasy, eh!

But then years later when she became famous she met Davy, and shook his hand, but didnt say anything cuz she didnt want to scare him. But you know that inside what she was really thinking deep down was "you shiftless bastard!!" So that goes to show you just never really know someone do you.

hehe. So yeah, we love Cyndi.

At the end for an encore she came out singing "La Vie en Rose" (very funnily in English since of course everyone in Quebec knows it in French), and then was joined by local celeb Plastik Patrik singing in French. Now you should all look at the pics of Plastik Patrik (go down to like the third row down...) and you can imagine him with his bleached hair and THAT BODY in a little fringed white loincloth, and boots and little white cowboy scarf around his neck, singing with Cyndi Lauper who could be his mom, with HER bleached white hair, and black clothes.

His band played with them, including my crossdressing friend Kiki who has the hottest booty this side of the moon, who had on like a black jockstrap, gogoboots, long brown hair, a tithugging shorty shirt... and who came onto the stage and boooogggllleed that ass at us in quadruple speed along with the music! YAY KIKI!! (you can see Kiki next to Patrik, with the little beret on, in this photo)

For the finale, Cyndi shut everything down for a few minutes to get EVERYONE on stage together... like 20 people.. all her band, all Patrik's band (One 976), all of Martha's people, including her mom, and a few others from backstage who could sing... and made sure they ALL had a mic to at least share, and then launched with Patrik into a Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" that brought the house down. Laughing and hopping and shouting and singing and waving. What a Montreal night! HEHE!! No one else has Plastik Patrik to do duets with Cyndi!

(she found out he does a cover of her song so insisted on meeting him)

If y'all are real lucky, the nice girl (there was a group of them next to me who were Cyndi nuts when they were 6years old in 1983) beside me took some illicit Cyndi photos and said she'd email me one or two! We were right up front (ie four people deep from Cyndi) so they should be good.

Well, that's the end of the report. Go out and buy Cyndi's new album now, cuz it is great. It is nice to hear her voice. I have just finished listening to it while I type this, and I think it may be my new favorite album. A nice mix of "On the Sunny Side of the Street" to a calypso beat, "Please Don't Let me Be Misunderstood", "Makin Whoopie" duet with Tony Bennett, and older folk, jazz and pop songs from days gone by. Excellent. yum.

And if you can hit her on this tour, do so. The places and the songlist are here.***IF this is still here, I am still online putting in links for y'all... come back now, hear??***

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