I had seen Diana Krall one other time – and it was very good. I’m no huge fan of her but she was a great interviewee, really great. And seeing her play with a kick-ass wee combo was thoroughly decent. But this was a triple bill – or appearing as something resembling that…and Krall was the headliner with an orchestra, so it was a bit big and schmaltzy and we had to wait a long time. Madeleine Peyroux was lovely – no real stage charisma but that voice. (Also a great interviewee, a nice surprise, I was worried ahead of that chat but it turned out okay). The opener was Melody Gardot. Good god she was bad. I had some line in the review about her “dressing and dancing like a hooker”. I’d get done for some sort of slut shaming now, I’m sure. But the aim was to point out an incongruity – and yet some people were so sure she was marvellous. She wasn’t. She was awful. (Also a ghastly interviewee – one of the very worst).
A few months on from this gig the novelist Elizabeth Knox near-confronted me at a gig – feigning to hit me after announcing in what I hoped was mock-outrage that I had been mean to Melody Gardot and had got it wrong.
I hadn’t got it wrong. Gardot is a trumped-up hack. I should know. We smell our own…
Stubs is an occasional feature here at Off The Tracks – looking back through the ticket-stub box and remembering how the show went down.