Oh - I Forgot to Tell You.


 


I got to go see the Lascivious Biddies a few weeks ago. There's a small, mean, childish bit of me that might like to chant, "I saw The Biddies and you DIDN'T!!!" except that I am not that mean, really. And for all I know, you've seen them live as well, so you might know how much fun they are live. If you don't know how fun they are, well. Go to their tour page and see if they're coming to your town soon (no, really - I'll wait).

Okay. If you're not going to get to see them sometime soon, I can highly recommend their album "Get Lucky." It doesn't quite encompass the sheer funnitude that these girls have (how can four kickass women - outstanding musicians all, in a rainbow of satin cocktail dresses, playing clever tunes that they have penned and witty covers - possibly have less than extreme funnitude?), but it should serve to get you good and hooked until they do play your town. In our case, they opened for Christine Lavin. Most of the room* was clearly there for Christine, and they gave the Biddies a bit of a lukewarm reception at the beginning. Pros in party frocks, the Biddies proceeded to cheerfully win hearts and minds with their own songs like "Betty," "Intellectual," and "Wichita," but absolutely brought down the house with novel twists on cover tunes: "Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend" and... wait for it... a slow, sexy version of Hendrix' "Fire" (billed as, "Jimi Hendrix as channeled by Peggy Lee"). Since we were two who actually came more for the opening act than for the headliner (who was good, don't get me wrong), John and I were proud of our girls and the way they won over the crowd with such aplomb.

My only (minor) regret is that they didn't play "Neighbor" (for listeners of Cast-On, it's the lead-in tune for the "Today's Sweater" segment and it always makes me a bit teary because of my odd association with my mom and Fred Rogers). But that's okay. Maybe next time. Because I'll be there, baby. And maybe I'll wear my party frock, too.


*The Birchmere, Alexandria, VA - a venue with high respect for artists that gets great acts, but I had my own impression (that the person manning their mixing board needs a swift knock upside the head) reinforced by a professional in the biz recently. It was reassuring for my confidence in my ear, but not for my respect for The Birchmere's sound person.
Posted: Thursday - November 30, 2006 at 06:32 PM         | |

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