Imagine my surprise when I discovered that current media darling Joanna Newsom (just pick up this month edition of any magazine — et tu Marie Claire?) would be performing in Louisville, KY, a stone’s throw from my hometown while I was home for Thanksgiving. Newsom graced Headliner’s Music Hall in Louisville with support from label-mate Richard Alistair.
Headliner’s is what one might call “no frills.” With a consistent line-up of up-and-coming musicians (if not actual headliners), the venue relies more on substance than style. It’s a general admissions hall with few seats at scattered tables; those in the know seem to come early to grab a seat in the balcony. The decor is limited to four murals on the wall which have little to do with the venue or each other. One, for instance, portrays a pair of 1930s dancers and a radio microphone, another, a pastoral Kentucky scene. We were greeted by a bouncer who didn’t ask “Are you 21?” but “You drinkin?” Ah, home.
Anyway, the opening act Richard Alistair took the stage around 9:10 (nearly on time) and seemed to please the crowd and enjoy himself. The Scottish singer-songwriter promised “to get this party started for real” and at one point claimed he would be performing his version of “I Will Survive” — “but not really so don’t get excited.” He also had a local lackey take the stage and pretend to be a leprechaun. You know, all the usual stuff. Alistair played until about 9:50. And then Newsom took the stage.
Oh wait, that’s false. Though her harp glimmered on stage, Newsom failed to appear on stage for almost another hour. The crowd only felt Newsom’s presence through her request that patrons stop smoking which was delivered over the PA
by some unknown A/V guy. (I am one of the most virulent anti-smokers and, hey, she was only asking that the audience comply with the law but, looking back, this was a bad sign.)
Though Alistair performed his “warming up” duties adequately, the effort was most likely for naught since the audience was sufficiently cold when Newsom came out at 10:50. Newsom greeted the audience with a quick “hello” and no explaination for her tardiness. She jumped into the music and performed two solos. The audience had a hard time holding a grudge against the harpist as the sound of this little woman and her instrument was truly amazing. Then the complaining began.
Newsom apparently was having trouble hearing herself in the monitor. She complained about this. A lot. Now, granted, the audio sophistication of Headliner’s is probably sub-standard but one wonders if that warrants the comment “it sounds like I’m singing into the lid of a trash can.” Even if the monitor “was the weirdest monitor in the history of monitors” perhaps one might remember the mantra “the show must go on.” In fact, this show could have used a lot of hackneyed sayings like “Great to be here,” “You guys are awesome,” “Louisville rocks,” etc etc. Newsom grew more agitated as the performance went on, despite the assurances of the audience that she sounded great. (Remarkably, Newsom’s live tracks sounded almost exactly like her recorded tracks.) Newsom’s criticisms were not limited to the audio, she also didn’t like the light effects which “rendered the harp strings invisible.” M’kay.
Newsom abruptly left the stage after about 50 minutes in what seemed like an unplanned early exit. The crowd responded to Newsom amazingly considering her antics. The music was extremely well-received and afterward everyone seemed in a good humor about the lousy performance. (I saw a group of guys taking their picture together with their thumbs down — but they were smiling.) Some seem non-plussed because it was only $7. I say use the money toward buying her CD and skip the live antics.