Thursday, July 17th, 2008



New York, NY: Yaz at Terminal 5

Originally uploaded by MeganFromTheLastTownChorus

On ‘Nobody’s Diary,’ the opening tune, Alison Moyet’s body was stiff behind the mic, like a belting opera singer trying to manage a ballad at a karaoke bar. But that all changed. I dunno if it was the fact that she finally yanked out her in-ear monitors, or the two sifters of cognac she put away, but by the end, she was bopping around like the lead in ‘Hairspray’ — a few flat notes were a small price to pay for her exuberance.

(Sent from my Palm phone).

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New York, NY: I’m Watching YAZ Perform Live

Originally uploaded by MeganFromTheLastTownChorus

If you’d asked me a year ago where I’d go in a musical time machine, I’d’ve answered: a steamy London club circa ’82 to hear Alison Moyet belt over Vince Clark’s electronic pop masterpieces (or perhaps the rooftop in ‘Let it Be’). Anyway, here is Yaz, freakin it 25 feet in front of me in a reunion in NYC. It’s like I’m 17 again, dancing at Club X in Pittsburgh (only more tired from standing). Vince’s songs transcend the electronica ghetto…they’re no less than Motown hits rendered in synth glory. Glorious.

(Sent from my Palm phone).