2/367: Anna Calvi - The Devil
I almost missed the second entry. Dear fuck, not a good sign.
I had a nap-through-sunset tonight. It was a good one. Not one of the scary ones where you wake up feeling molested by the passing of time. It was also one of those naps where I was so tired, I didn’t bother turning on the air conditioner & so just gave myself wholly to the stifling heat in my room. Letting it cocoon me. But I didn’t wake up a butterfly. Just a sweaty piece of shit. But rested! A bit.
I like this song, by the way. I saw Anna Calvi recently at the Troubadour in West Hollywood. It was a fun experience, I was kind of brought back to when I’d go to the Troubadour years ago. It’s another kind of cocoon-like experience, being jammed up against the stage. A (small) sea of people pushing against my back & a (large) sea of noise at my front. Actually, the perfect venue to have seen Calvi’s sweeping, scraping mini-operas. She’s one of those confronting singers. She’ll pierce specific crowd members for 20 seconds at a time with her eyes, staring contests from the stage. & that’s really the only way I could have imagined her performing. With those songs confronting my ears.