Feist. Or Leslie Feist, as her parents called her almost 36 years ago...it's her birthday in 2 weeks (I'm not stalking her...really). I love her.
Leslie Feist is a Canadian indie folk singer. That sounds mellow and as though she is wearing an embroidered top and has plaits. Her music can be mellow. At other times her music is loud and intense, although always in control. Amazing voice.
The special guests heralded on the ticket were a group who go by the unpromising name of Mountain Man. I was picturing a bearded man in a red lumberjack shirt. Really. Far from it. Three lovely ladies with the voices of angels who harmonized so sublimely that it was one of those taken-to-my-happy-place moments. Not the kind of moment where you wish you were elsewhere because the current situation is so dreadful, but they transported me with their ethereal sound to place so beautiful that words fail me. You can hear them on bandcamp: http://mountainman.bandcamp.com
So Feist at the Palais on the first day in February. She was just so darned lovely. A big old packed out Palais and, yet, it felt personal and special. Like we were all sharing in something great. Sometimes you go to gigs and think you could have just stayed at home and listened to it on cd. But this was far from that. Her voice is amazing live. She had so much energy and cuteness on stage and was very very funny. Her chats between songs were gold. She was interactive and playful with the audience. We were putty in her hands. We did anything she asked...hummed 3 part harmony, stood up and danced even though that is against Palais regulations, clapped a rhythm. We were all there together. With Leslie Feist.
http://youtu.be/NYWzJrY3JPw
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