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.