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Review of Melissa Etheridge at Palace, Albany, Oct. 12, 1999 by Seth Rogovoy
(ALBANY, N.Y., Oct. 13, 1999) - The last time Melissa Etheridge came to
Albany, it was
to give a triumphant performance at the Pepsi Arena, where Etheridge's
arena-rock style ballads and anthems were given full-throttle
treatments that suited her most dynamic, grandiose ambitions.
After a three-year hiatus from performing and recording, Etheridge
is back with a new album and a new tour, a scaled-down version of
her arena show suited for theaters like the Palace, where Etheridge
performed on Tuesday night.
Etheridge didn't disappoint a sold-out crowd of worshippers, who
apparently didn't balk at the pricey entry fee -- $75 and $50 per seat
before service charges.
After a slow start, with one mid-tempo,
dark, minor-key rocker or ballad blending seamlessly into another,
Etheridge did what she does best. She took her music directly to her
audience, dispensing with her able backup band and turning the stage
into her living room, replete with sofa and side table.
Sitting
alone on the couch with an acoustic guitar, Etheridge sang a handful
of ballads and love songs, including favorites like "No Souvenirs" and
"I Will Never Be the Same."
One by one her musicians joined her
for this portion of the show - call it "Melissa Unplugged" - which
took advantage of both the intimacy of the venue and the intimacy that
Etheridge's material espouses, until all four backup musicians had
rejoined her for a stirring version of "Silent Legacy."
Now, about
those musicians. You don't send the music critic from the Berkshire
Eagle to report on Melissa Etheridge without expecting a major portion
of his review to be devoted to the Berkshire half of her backup band.
Guitarist John Shanks, whose parents live in Sheffield, was
Etheridge's versatile foil. Whether he was playing shimmering
textures, bluesy lead, adding Edge-like chimes or contributing vocal
harmonies, Shanks, who is also now Etheridge's co-songwriter and
producer, was an essential part of Etheridge's creative team.
Shanks's duties as a guitarist are made easier by the presence of
superstar drummer Kenny Aronoff in the lineup. With Aronoff's rhythmic
engine powering the songs, Shanks is freed from the need to propel
Etheridge's heartland rockers with rhythm chords. Instead, Shanks is
able to concentrate on adding colors and keyboard-like touches to the
arrangements (in addition to those already provided by the band's
keyboardist).
As for Aronoff, what can one say that hasn't already
been said about rock's most powerful drummer? He is an invaluable
element in Etheridge's mix, especially as her material grows
increasingly atmospheric and she appears at times to be coasting along
on the band's arrangements and her fans' familiarity with her
material.
More than merely the beat-keeper, Aronoff's contributions
now extend to the textural and atmospheric, as his palette includes
tape loops, triggered effects and other innovations adapted from
hip-hop. From all appearances he is the hardest-working drummer in
rock 'n' roll, and Etheridge is just plain lucky to count him as hers.
It is still early in the new tour - Tuesday night's show was one
of
the very first - and Etheridge seemed to be feeling her way through
the paces. She didn't need to work her crowd hard, the way she used to
eight or 10 years ago, when her heroic efforts garnered comparisons to
that other working-class rock hero, Bruce Springsteen. Her audience
came fully primed to respond to her anthems of individualism and
freedom - anthems that in the wake of her coming out as a lesbian now
can be read as statements of gay pride.
And indeed the concert had
an aspect of rally to it. But sometimes that was at the expense of
drama - the drama that Etheridge used to build on her own, by virtue
of her gift for storytelling. There was an aspect of tension missing
from Etheridge's performance, a lack of commitment or an unwillingness
to give herself over to the moment.
Etheridge came closest to
succeeding when she just sat back on the couch and sang her songs
straight from the heart. But as the frontwoman of a rock band, she
seemed unusually reluctant to take charge in the way that her role,
and her music, demand.
[This review originally appeared in the Berkshire Eagle on Oct. 15, 1999. Copyright Seth Rogovoy 1999. All rights reserved.]
Seth Rogovoy rogovoy@berkshire.net music news, interviews, reviews, et al.
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