Rickie Lee Jones

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Just got back from a beautiful show at the Triple Door. People in front of us chatting, fat cat types. I shushed them a couple times, and during Coming Back to Me shushed them again...they told me to "calm down" and I told them to "shut up". L seconded with "allez-y". Amazingly, all eight got up and left.

The rest of the show, just restful and lovely, beautiful.

Leo Kottke was playing next door and I saw him sitting outside the show after - pointed him out to L and she ran across four lanes of traffic to sit with him - they held hands for a couple minutes and chatted and we headed home.

Wine - 97 Thevenet Cuvee Levroutee, perfect for Triple Door food.

Just thought I'd share.
 
I saw her in Boston on the Ghostyhead tour, must have been a dozen years ago. The same fat cats must have been at my show, yacking and getting shushed by the crowd. Eventually Rickie Lee stopped in the middle of the song and chewed them out: "This is one of my best songs. If you listen to it it could be for you too!"
 
I remember seeing her 20 years ago at Wolf Trap where she shared the bill with Lyle Lovett. Will you all hate me if I confess that I was wanting her off so Lyle could get on?

This was maybe 1988, 89, and I think it wasn't her best period.
 
She's an artist who is significantly better live than on record - and this from someone who loves her recorded. I saw her first at the Wax Museum in, I think, 1981 - she had just discovered Jack Daniels and kept swigging from a bottle as she performed. Someone I became good friends with later told me that she had been sent by ms. jones earlier in the day to buy her sheer to the waist pantyhose (my friend's husband was the club's sound engineer) - later my friend sat next to ms. jones' mother in the audience and was appalled to see ricki doing periodic squats in her slip-like dress, with the spotlights demonstrating that the stockings were indeed sheer to the waist.

A year or two later at Merriwether Post Pavillion - Ricki was mesmerizing the audience with her killer version of "My Funny Valentine" but the young woman in front of me was distracting all of us around her with her yearning, moaning cries of "ricki, riiiiccckkkkiii" that built steadily with greater urgency until reaching a crescendo of release - whereupon she looked around, realized the attention focused on her, and ran from her seat (maybe to smoke?), never to return. Quite the performance. Ricki was great too.
 
Someone who can sing hillbilly and jazz standards. I knew Maureen would be a fan.

RLJ did a show at the Tennessee Theater in downtown Nashville in 1978ish. It was a run down old theater in the center of downtown that was across from the Woolworth's and was a couple decades away from being torn down to build condos that are now mostly empty.

The people at that show kept screaming, "hey, Ricki, where's your boyfriend?" Who buys a ticket to a concert hoping someone's "boyfriend" (Tom Waits) will show up and sing?
 
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