She took the stage in a white satin cocktail dress, which clung to her silhouette with stretch and gathers in all the right places.
She is a woman and she presents herself as such. Classy and sultry, she is a nightclub siren who knows there’s no hiding behind the microphone stand.
She’s got the blues, and we feel her when she purrs, “Ain’t No Sunshine When He’s Gone.” When she sings that she’ll “be with him on that midnight train to Georgia,” I think about who I love enough to follow anywhere.
She also has rock and roll in her soul, but for some reason we get just the tiniest glimpse of this, when she sings “Only You Know and I Know.” She gets a different shake in her hips, a different twist to her lips.
She performed for merely an hour and ten minutes yet I cannot hold it against her. She is the best example of how to be a bombshell–appropriately–well into your 40’s. I study her closely, as I refuse to think my prime is nearly over. She teases us with the notion of a Bacchanalia but then lets us down easy with an intimate dinner party.
She’s Joan Osborne and I want to be her.