I arrived at the show and stood in line with Nathan, Andrew and Allison for a wait that was pleasant enough with good conversation. The Marquee Club is always a fine venue, and I was looking forward to being in it again.
It wasn’t long after we got into the venue that Jenn Grant stepped onto the stage. We were all very impressed by her performance (Nathan appreciated her warble, Allison envied her dress), an impressive folk-pop set. I found myself amused by one song that included lyrics that went something like “by Chocolate Lake, just off the rotary,” which happens to be just where I live. She was very endearing, and I’ll be sure to catch any shows she plays in the city when I have the chance, as she may be my new favourite local talent and at the very least an excellent emerging artist.
Next up were Shotgun and Jaybird, who stepped up with odd lyrics and loose, head-swaying rock. I was impressed by the harmonizing by who I believe was Julie Doiron; it definitely enhanced the songs done by the split leads. They gave us an infectious dose of fun that lifted the crowd up and prepared us for our headliner’s grace. Shotgun and Jaybird are another maritime band I’d not discovered before, and I’ll be keeping an eye out for the next time they play here.
Leslie Feist and her band weren’t long in taking the stage. She blew us all away with ease. I was so impressed with every element of her show, from the stunning a cappella performance that had her voice looping from bits recorded on the stage to the flawless performances of such dear songs as “Mushaboom,” “When I Was A Young Girl,” (a highlight of the night for me!) “Gatekeeper,” “Secret Heart” and “Let It Die.” She has such an incredible voice, and her band was very impressive in its own right. It was her stage presence that galvanized the crowd, however; she was as luminous as her voice, and the energy that fed the crowd was palpable. It was one of the most thrilling performances I’ve ever been present for.
After her encore, my trio of friends and I picked up albums by the openers, grabbed our coats and were off. I highly recommend Jenn Grant’s Goodbye Twentiety Century.
Oh, and Feist’s Let it Die is as fine an album as you could hope for. The song “Mushaboom” from the album was written about a small Nova Scotian community of the same name and is a longing for the simple beauty of living through a rural winter, something I remember very fondly.
Second floor living without a yard
It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay
– Feist, “Mushaboom”