Mile High Makeout: A change of scenery
I often spend my Friday nights at one of our little town's grubby clubs, taking in our finest local talent, and maybe a touring band or two. It's an end-of-week ritual that I relish for its id-unleashing, community-embracing, stress-relieving, grin-inducing catharsis.
Last Friday, my plan was to check out the sultry, soulful stylings of Heather Marie Phillip at the Laughing Goat in Boulder. However, a smart, sexy and never-boring woman whose company I relish as much as unleashing my id invited me to join her at Lannie's Clocktower Cabaret for Ms. Garrett's current production, Under Paris Skies. Had the invitation come from anyone else, I would have passed, but I'm glad, for many reasons, that I accepted. On the heels of a particularly stressful week that involved too many visiting hours in the hospital, I was glad for a mellow option. As it turned out, I had a great time. Lannie's has a delightfully theatrical vibe of faux decadence that is equally comfortable for night creatures like myself and for the don't-get-out-much older folks who make up the bulk of the audience. The real joy of the show, though, is the gypsy jazz quartet that backs up Ms. Garrett's salty, hammy performance.
Inspired by Django Reinhardt and Stephane Grapelli, guitarist Elliot Reed and violinist Dimitri Fisch lead a smoking quartet through period-perfect arrangements that retain their vitality and authenticity, in spite of Garrett's intentionally campy leadership. By the end of the show, my definition of "local music" had expanded, and I was grinning, relaxed and eager to dig out my Django records. Makeout accomplished. -- Eryc Eyl