Self Awareness

There are times when I feel like my sense of self is rather distorted.  Sometimes when I buy clothes I seem to think I am a willowy 5’10” 26 year old.  Clearly, I am none of those things.  There are times when I launch into something physically active I think I am a spry teenager. This illusion does not last for long.  Then there are the times when I see performers like Meshell Ndeggeocello, and I fancy myself a brilliant afro american entertainer (which also happened when I saw Bettye Levette).  Really, nothing could be further from the truth.

Meshell Ndeggeocello was playing Largo two weeks in a row.  The first week she did a set of her own songs which I had to miss.  The second week she played a show of Prince cover tunes.  For those of you who do not know her Meshell is an artist who defies any real pigeonholing.  She is a songwriter and a poet and and an artist, as well as a smoking bass player.

Her Prince covers were fantastic.  Some were straight rock interpretations, others were almost spoken word.  Her second to last number was a walking jazz version of “I Would Die 4 U”.  Her encore was “Purple Rain” which started as a very slow a cappella number that built to a full band rock out.  The evening was riveting and fantastic, with the added bonus that Dave Piltch, an incredible bass player from Toronto, wandered out to play stand-up on a couple of numbers.

Its a good thing Largo is a soft seat theatre otherwise there may have been dancing.  I don’t want to think of what delusions I may have come up with about myself were dancing brought into the mix.

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