Voices
on the Verge: Worship Service, All Welcome
by Jessica Rosenberg
These
were women who could have been Obies up on stage, but from the audience
reaction, they might as well have been God herself. Voices on the
Verge were received reverently at the Cat in the Cream on Wednesday.
No clapping, no dancing (except for a few girls in the corner),
not even any head bobbing. When Beth Amsel called us the wildest
crowd theyd had all tour, it was surreal. Only during the
last few songs did the crowd show any signs that they had pulses.
An atmosphere this charged with nigh-religious fervor would have
been appropriate to a Bob Dylan concert. What appeared instead were
four personable women straight out of the Hi-o-Hi.
There was the self-esteem seeker Amsel, who would play the Cat on
Sundays and anxiously ask everyone she met was I okay?
There was earnest, vulnerable Rose Polenzani, the one your boy friends
all have crushes on. There was spacey, creative writing major, performance
poetry spouting Jess Klein. And there was Erin McKeown, the girl
youre scared to talk to. The only thing that set these women
apart from the person standing in line at Stevie (and it sure wasnt
their stage banter) was their top-to-bottom stellar musianship.
When it comes to music, none of these voices are on the verge. Theyre
peddling in midair somewhere between one cliff and the next. Guitars
moved crisply between folk strumming and blues licks, with nary
a note out of tune. Voices blended beautifully in clear harmonies.
Each woman took a turn on percussion. The blend of instruments and
voices was instantly familiar and yet still new, finding the lesser-known
path through rock and folk. I would be willing to guess that there
is one catalyst to this masterful sum-greater-than-parts extravanganza,
and she graduated from Brown last year.
McKeown
is a rock star. She already has the attitude, but it only emerged
when she played, and she played everything: acoustic, two electric,
piano and percussion. At 22 she has the commanding presence that
sets her apart as the one to watch. All the women were engaging
on stage, but she was a force, bobbing her head, dipping her knees,
playing Eric Clapton on solos. At first it seemed affected, but
the longer she played the more she backed herself up. When she and
Polenzani went it alone in an encore, the charisma spiked off the
charts. Her innovative arrangements and crisp guitar phrasing made
each song something exciting musically, whether it be showcasing
jazzy wa-wa pedal or gentle picking.
The same cannot be said, unfortunately, for the lyrics. McKeown
started out singing about Ed Success, Klein about finding
love in the trees and things could only go up from there
but they didnt. There was nowhere that Voices on the Verge
showed their age to less advantage.
By far the best song of the set was Tainted Love, which
combined their superlative musical talents with someone elses
words. All the women sell the songs extremely well, what with brassy,
powerful voices and the McKeown compositional touch, but it wasnt
enough to save them from puerile lyric purgatory. I would love to
quote you some, but none have stuck with me, no doubt thats
a positive thing. I know Klein, whose voice held a tremulous power,
sang, I asked the owl in the tree, and also, the
smile said to the tear. Polenzani had a few up and a lot of
down moments (It doesnt matter if Ive been good,
hey/They still love me anyway). Amsel showed some promise.
McKeown would have if the lyrics to the songs shed chosen
for the show hadnt been so pretentious (Softly Moses).
Still, theres a lot of time to improve and some signs that
music is moving in the right direction. As long as the music stays
as good, the talent has got to get out. Folk is a long, long road,
and Voices on the Verge have just gotten started. Lets just
hope they encounter many crowds willing to dance.
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