Current mood: pleasantly surprised
Trisha Yearwood was much better than expected. Now, I like country music, but she's a bit more of a crooner than I usually care for. But as soon as she got on stage, mocking her own "maturity," everything about her (except, maybe hair color, and that's OK) screaming "real woman," I warmed up quite a bit (heh. full humidity, 80 something in the dark, and no breeze to speak of - I hate summers in a swamp). The bonus about being a "mature" performer on the circuit means that you've had plenty of time to perfect your stage presence and you know how to work your (rather extended and enthusiastic) fan base. She's tall, generously proportioned, and has a soothing, yet wry demeanor. This was in stark contrast to her opener, Danielle Peck, who was young, wiry, frenetic, and overly rehearsed in her audience banter (though with a nice voice). Mrs. Brooks has a lusty, throaty voice that sallies forth effortlessly and hangs in the air - it's a pleasure to listen to, and I stayed a lot longer than I'd planned.
Fun over, I'm off to San Jose!
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