DeVotchKa!
Riding my bike around the boring town where I live, I had my iPizzle on the shuffle songs setting. All of a sudden this heart-squeezing violin caused the emotional ends of my face to warm. All of a sudden I felt like I was a little french girl in a quiet little town, toodling along the cobblestone roadways… smelling the crisp air… and then people start popping out of windows singing BON JOUR! bon jour! BON jour bon jour bon JOUR!!!!… just kidding… cheap Beauty and the Beast reference.. forgive me. But no really…. back to my bike story, DeVotchKa (who the song on my iPod was written and performed by) really places their listeners into another transcendental, poignant world. And let me tell you… I haven’t EVER seen a performance like theirs.
Seeing DeVotchKa (which means woman in Russian) at San Francisco’s notoriously awesome venue, The Fillmore, proved itself incomparable. I nearly peed myself. On stage, they had Russian dancer on tapestries, later throwing flowers to the crowd, the whole shabang. And it wasn’t as if they were making up for auditory shittiness by distracting the audience with an easy spectacle. The performance a first prepubescent orgasm, or sky diving, or eating cheese (I don’t know what your into…) But really… the combination of all things on the stage that fine April’s eve was Utopian. The beautiful dancing Russians, the carnations– the music– was ineffable. Lucky for me…. and maybe some of you… I get to experience them AGAIN… tomorrow night at the Fillmore again. I am trying not to anticipate, because I don’t really think anything can compare to my first.
