It's been a while since her devoted following has heard or seen anything from their sullen girl, and it showed in their mood while waiting for her to get on stage. It felt as if I was swimming in a tank filled with starved piranhas. By some miracle of god I managed to procure a spot directly in front of Fiona's piano at the left side of the stage. The women around me were pleasant enough, but if you were over a certain height, you were going to get your ankles chewed off. I overheard one girl shriek desperately to a man who stood in front of her, "I've been waiting for this for 10 years, please don't spoil it by blocking my view!" I couldn't blame her, that's exactly how I felt. When Fiona finally emerged from the back, it was as if everyone exhaled at the same moment. An epic sense of relief washed over us at the sight of our angry siren standing above us on the mic, shyly talking about her dog, and how we need to be quiet and respectful to musicians when they're performing. To be fair, we deserved the criticism, but having an opening act when you've been M.I.A. for years is a bad idea.
The show was a hopeful taste of what's to come. We got a hefty sampling of new material, including my particular new favorite track of promise "Anything We Want" it was a peppy blend of fun and dramatic, a Fionian nuance that's sparked and flourished beautifully over the last few years. "Valentine" seems like the piano anthem lost "grrls" of the nineties will be blasting in their iPod earbuds while they sip their coffees during their commute to work- which (depending on how you perceive that sentence) isn't necessarily a bad thing. "Every Single Night" had a very modern feel to it, and appeared to me as the most sophisticated form of Fiona's musical evolution to date. It makes me even more anxious to grab a copy of her new album "Idler Wheel" as soon as it's released. We got a fairly mixed set list of all her albums- personally I could've used A LOT more from Extraordinary Machine, but this is an instance where the cliché "beggars can't be choosers" comes to mind.
Actually, the way the show panned out, I'd say that was the catch phrase of the EVENING. Given the fact that at the end of her single encore ditty we all stood and stared famished and begging for more. Despite our tireless efforts, which included multiple rounds of applause, foot stomping, cat calling, chanting, and hooting that went on for well over 20 minutes, not a singular extra scrap of a note was played. The house lights flew up and suddenly I was sent out into the chilled vernal night, with only fragments of what had just happened echoing in my ears.