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Edit out anything you are not referring to. mad-mission-digest Tuesday, May 11 2004 Volume 08 : Number 117 Today's Subjects: ----------------- RE: MM: Seattle show?? ["Roy Larsen" ] MM: Patty Griffin returns to Boston [MikeBrns4U@aol.com] MM: Chicago Show ["Chris Murphy" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 09 May 2004 23:00:17 -0700 From: "Roy Larsen" Subject: RE: MM: Seattle show?? Jess, The Oregon Zoo is in Portland. (http://www.oregonzoo.org/Concerts/index.htm) Just picked up my tickets today. It's a great venue and worth the trip from Seattle if this tour doesn't make it up your way. Roy - ----Original Message Follows---- From: Jessica Byers To: mad-mission@smoe.org (mad-mission-digest) Subject: MM: Seattle show?? Date: Fri, 7 May 2004 20:55:09 -0600 What zoo show in Seattle? I looked around the web and don't see it listed anywhere on Patty's sites or on http://www.zoo.org/special_events/zoo_tunes/tunes.html. Are you sure about this? I think she played there last summer maybe.... Any insight here? Jess >Well, I purchased my tickets for the Emmylou Harris/Patty Griffin/Buddy >Miller show at the Oregon Zoo in late August! I'm so excited! When tickets >go on sale for the Woodland Park Zoo show in Seattle, I'll be getting those >too. > >- -- SteveB ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 10 May 2004 07:13:36 EDT From: MikeBrns4U@aol.com Subject: MM: Patty Griffin returns to Boston Dear Mad Missionaries, "Will you follow me home? And will you swallow me whole?" Well, guess who had The Best Week Ever THIS WEEK? While STILL having The Worst Week Ever? Yeah, I hate to brag, but it was poor lil old me. In the middle of this past week I learned that my first chance of seeing The Twistina Spectaguilera Experience Song & Dance XXXtravaganza had been X-d out. In fact, Christina LIVE had been postponed indefinitely. The whole tour was flat out canceled, due to The Voice blowing out her voice in the studio. I, like all Xtina fans everywhere, ran to La Capillera Sixxxtina to pray for a miracle cure. At the start of the week though, I did have my first communion from the new hip priestess. For the first time I witnessed The Rock Hard & Holy Roller, The Common People's Performance Artist, the dynamic ecstatic stripper Goddess, Peaches. At the club Axis: Bold As Sex, we were indoctrinated and baptized in the fire of The Teaches Of Peaches. We danced and we sang and we shook our shit all night long with Peaches. We cursed and drank with Peaches. We fucked the pain away with Peaches. On a Sunday in Boston, we defied and defiled all the polite petty bourgeois moral majority hypocritical morality with the traveling circus of sex and truth that is Peaches. On the following Sunday night in Boston, tonight, for the first time I met fellow Mad Missionaries. Indeed I talked with one of the maddest, gladdest and nicest, Dana. Then the curtain rose on another first time, my first time before the folk rock altar of The Singer, The Big Flaming Red One, The She-Monster Mash, The Patty Griffin. She was back in Boston where she had spent 10 years becoming an artist, and tonight at the Berklee Performance Center her talent was in full bloom. Big Red was all blonde tonight, a white light in the dark night. Patty unveiled her new album Impossible Dream in its near entirety, opening the show with the album's first song, welcoming us into the light with "Love Throws A Line." She ended the show with the disc's very last song, leaving us in the dark with the falling of "Icicles." In between, Patty sang and talked to us. She explained that conttrary to what many people have speculated, the new stark song, "Cold As It Gets," was written about the concentration camps of World War II. Not that she can nor necessarily would want to stop fans' own interpretations. "Cold As It Gets," was hers, still is, but it's ours now, too. And besides her inspiration for writing the song still fits in with my first interpretation anyway. President George W. Bush's grandfather, Herbert Walker Bush, sold Zyklon B to the Nazis during World War II. From burning Jews to dropping fire and torturing Arabs, the river of human misery and evil shit runs long and deep in that fucking family. Patty's own family, her mother and father at least, were in the audience, in the third row, right behind me. She ended the encore riding with "Mary," a song about her grandmother, and dedicated it to her mother for Mother's Day. Alas, she did not ask her parents to come up and sing the album's title song, give us their heartbreaking rendition of "Impossible Dream." Maybe Patty wanted to spare us. I didn't tear up all night but would have then. Earlier Patty had sat at the piano and sang a brand spanking new song that she said she had only sung to one other person before. My guess is that that one person was her guitarist, Doug Lancio, since he alone accompanied her on it. Called "Burgundy Shoes," which she said was actually about a pair of red shoes, it was a "happy song" for a change, she said. It's a song about her Mom and her riding the bus to the big city of Bangor when she was but 4 years old. She said this sweet song was about "the only 10 continuous minutes of happiness" in her life. This was in spite of she said, that she was too young at the time to actually be able now to remember it happening. Patty kept mentioning how good it was to be revisiting Boston, a time and place she did quite remember, and to show it she revisited her first album, written and recorded in Boston. From Living With Ghosts, she let loose the mighty "Moses," and later the soaring, "Let Him Fly." Alas she did not play my favorite song, "Not Alone," but I did just get to hear it right now on TV, no less. The Independent Film Channel just finished showing the film, Niagra, Niagra. The first time I heard Patty singing was late last summer, on a late Sunday night, watching Niagra, Niagra on IFC. "Not Alone" burned into my brain as it plays in its entire, over the final scene and the start of the credits, of this sad and mad magical movie. So it all comes to me full circle. Her circle of band mates on stage played wonderfully tonight, particularly the aforementioned Lancio. He often made that guitar sound like a horn, giving wind on which our songbird soared. And fly high as a kite she would. Nearly an hour in, the show was moving along nicely, but hadn't really moved me. Then she got "real gone for a change." Playing her brand new song seemed to wind her up. Having drunk from the flaming cup of inspiration, as befitting this beneficent creature, she came out from behind the piano, went back to center stage and the night just took off from there. Psychic energy and cosmic force came together as the lioness leapt through rings of fire, falling into her "Useless Desires." The Griffin then revealed the treasure of the night's shining sun in "Go Now," releasing rhythm & blues and some oh so sweet scat. She let us witness the road to salvation with the transcendently tasty rock of "Perfect White Girls." Then just as the next gospel song would testify, "If you break down/ I'll drive out and find you," she put us on her back to ride like an eagle with her through "When It Don't Come Easy." She finally brought us in for a landing, "breaking the wings of that little songbird," with the sad song, "The Top Of The World." Finally the aforementioned "Icicles" dropped us into the dark, the songbird fell into the bottom of the sea backstage, and the show was over. "Made it, Ma, top of the world!" This is what I came for. The spell was cast and last it did. I'm still dreaming of that 6 song span and the magic trip we took with The Folk Rock Diva. Alas the lass didn't play perhaps the new album's best song, "Florida," but you can't have everything. That would have made me too happy and the time for that is not now. Maybe someday. ...Mike Burns has left the tall building in a single bound and lept into dreamland... ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 11 May 2004 00:22:48 -0400 From: "Chris Murphy" Subject: MM: Chicago Show Hi Everyone, Are any of you getting together before the Vic Show in Chicago on Saturday? ________________________________ ------------------------------ End of mad-mission-digest V8 #117 *********************************