Ani DiFranco

Continuing my summer musings on shows seen:

We saw Ani DiFranco at the Mountain winery, July 12.  I was only vaguely familiar with her before the concert, so I wasn’t quite sure what to expect.

Screaming young fans.  Lots of women. 

It’s worth mentioning the opening band, whose name I’ve forgotten, but “Androgyny” would have fit well.  The only person whose gender I felt I knew for certain was the drummer, but that was only because the lead singer referred to her as “a lesbian.”  Unless there are male lesbians nowadays.  I wouldn’t want to presume.  They were having an awful lot of fun, but I wished the lead singer were more in tune.

Anyhow, I was immediately impressed with Ani.  Her presence and warmth made themselves known from the very first she stepped on stage.  I won’t belabor her well-known self-taught style, as I am sure there are clips on YouTube.  I have to respect anyone who can stand up on stage by themselves and entertain a whole audience for a couple of hours.  The other person on stage, to be fair, was a guy who stood in the shadows in the back corner and tuned guitars, handing them to her when she swapped them for different songs. All wireless.  I was impressed how little one noticed the technicalities of the sound, because I know how much work that takes.

Her sexual politics were a point of controversy, no doubt.  She made it clear that her religion is promiscuity, which in some ways is a refreshing change from the insipid “abstinence” rhetoric we here so much from those with political power.  So I guess her method has been to have angsty desire-driven affairs with many people, and turn them into fodder for songs.  Kind of like a more modern Joni Mitchell.  What saves her from being as tedious and whiney as Joni Mitchell are her political interests. 

Power to her, I guess, though I have never followed that path.  It felt a little shallow, like there was something missing.  I think if Tesla (who just had a birthday), who gave up sex because it interfered with his pursuit of science.  I wonder if her viewpoint will change as her daughter turns into a teenager.

Oh, and this was not a concert for someone who dislikes swear words. 

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