From: owner-ecto-digest@smoe.org (ecto-digest) To: ecto-digest@smoe.org Subject: ecto-digest V14 #238 Reply-To: ecto@smoe.org Sender: owner-ecto-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-ecto-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk ecto-digest Friday, August 28 2009 Volume 14 : Number 238 To unsubscribe: e-mail ecto-digest-request@smoe.org and put the word unsubscribe in the message body. Today's Subjects: ----------------- Noe Venable, Rockwood Music Hall, 8/27/09 [Paul Blair ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 27 Aug 2009 23:15:51 -0400 From: Paul Blair Subject: Noe Venable, Rockwood Music Hall, 8/27/09 Noe was incandescently celestial this evening, technical glitches notwithstanding. (She introduced us to the smallest member of her band, her iPod, whom she had to fire mid-song.) She opened with "Fathering Sun," the song Don Keller called "by a significant margin the longest, most complex, most ambitious, and (in my opinion, by those yardsticks) best song Noe Venable has written to date." I agree. She told us after the song that it had been written by an alternate personality, Eon Elbanev--and that she has to be careful when she uses that name to sign her music, as some of her accompanists don't recognize who it is... The second song was "Midsummer Night's Dream." She asked us if anyone had seen the video (newly released)... fortunately, before the show Karen had asked me the same question, and since I hadn't, I watched it on my iPhone as the band was setting up. That was a very 21st-century moment. Other songs... I don't remember the order... "Hidden Word," "Ice Dragons," "Howl," "Garden," and a new one whose words she sent out in her most recent email, "Bandages." (I've copied it below.) Band was Greta Gertler on piano, glockenspiel and always-amazing backing vocals, Marlan Barry on cello, and Matt Kanelos (of The Smooth Maria) on backing vocals and melodica. . . . . . . . . B A N D A G E S . . . . . . . . . . . . Come take off my bandages I've been bent for far too long I've been older than these streets singing in a rusted tongue I've been older than these streets siding with a team of steel I've been waiting far too long for a sky that calls for me "Come take off your bandages come put on a gown of skin you've been here for far too long go and take a drink of wind." So I drank and drank it deep drank to clear the surgeon's knives and the minds that judge and jut and the pens that analyze Then there came a flood of light as I felt my eyes unfold and in their unlocking sight I beheld ten thousand souls And ten thousand bandages tied against the whipping wind blinding bright their olden eyes tying tight their folded hands Come take off our bandages come unlock our golden hands vision from a shining lens falls like light upon our heads Come take off your bandages come unlock your golden hands for the genius in the flesh and the genius in the skin. ------------------------------ End of ecto-digest V14 #238 ***************************