Erin McKeown show: I feel the curse word is needed when I say it was the BEST FUCKIN' SHOW I HAVE EVER SEEN. Hands down. No question. I've seen her live four times before and by far this show at the Grey Eagle was the one to beat. I mean, dancing in the aisles, stompin', cheerin', banter, emotion—the gamut that concerts strive for but rarely run. First off, that little woman can simply ROCK. There was one song where she was rockin' out on her hollow-bodied Gibson and while playing guitar, sat down at the grand piano and started to play both. At the same time. Switched over to piano wholly, jammed out on that, and then played both at the same time before back to the Gibson. When you can keep playing your guitar simply on hammer-ons and pull-offs, you are an amazing guitarist. And she's barely 5'1”, a petite woman days away from her 30th birthday. Trust me when I say if she comes near your town, you would do well to see her. If she sucks, I'll pay for your ticket. You will not be disappointed. Just...wow. Takes songs so well known by her audience and makes them completely new again—different tempos, licks, whatever. I was high on life after the show. And it only cost $10!
I went to the show with Doug, a fellow Erin fan. I will say it is very, very fun to be out in public with someone so very attractive on your arm. The girls sitting behind us stared when he came and sat beside me (I got there early to get good seats and was sitting alone for a good hour before he got there. They were silently judging me. Suckas). I got to be a little smug for a bit. We did some swing dancing to “Slung-Lo” which was fun and brief, the way dancing should be in my book. After the show Doug wanted to DTR and I've sort of sworn off DTRs (or, more specifically, R's) for the rest of the year but it needed to happen so it did. Stickin' with the friendship there. It works, don't mess with it. Please God don't mess with that.
(complete sidebar to any LVHS grads out there: I talked to Erin McKeown after the show for a while and she thinks she made out with Josh Berman in college. I was immediately jealous, and laughing very hard at the very same time, I mean what girl didn't want to make out with Josh B. at that time? He was our Jordan Catalano. Hilarious.)
