I walked into Rockwood Music Hall last night and was immediately taken by the power of the voice coming from behind a grand piano. The lights were a dim red and the small saloon-type venue was dark. Above me I could see plush couches and chairs behind a cast-iron railing. This balcony seating mixed with the little circular tables scattered on the ground level hugging the stage reminded me of the Moulin Rouge. From the movies of course, as I have only ever posed in front of and never stepped inside of Paris’ iconic bar.
My friend Sissy had proposed the idea of going to hear Heather Christian sing last night. Sissy is quite critical of singers and she has every right to be. She herself studied music at the New School and is making a career being a singer. I can only imagine the critiques that go through her head when listening to a new song or artist (similar to me after taking my film class at JMU. I literally couldn’t just enjoy a movie without picking apart the technical aspects). So when she said that Heather’s singing was indescribable and amazing I knew this had to be good stuff. Based on the number of goosebumps crawling my skin during the entire set, I can attest that this was indeed good stuff!
Heather has an almost soulful vibe with a southern twang (a Mississippi girl). She has no apologies for performing both high energy sound that features unique quirky sounds (she was like her very own instrument at times) and thought-provoking ballades. Her lyrics are relatable but what draws you in first is the sound. I found myself just listening to the way her voice effortlessly carried through the room. And when those sounds did travel up to my brain and process, I heard the words and was moved (hence the goosebumps formed). Her guitarist for the night, Gabe (Gabriel Gordon from Wax Poetic) even mentioned that he found himself getting mesmerized and lost in her words while on stage. So much so that he felt he messed up on his cords (this is so not true by the way–no flaws were noticed).
After the show, when we were discussing the show (normal post show affaire), someone said how great it was to not be able to “place” Heather’s music into a genre or be able to say, “she sounds like so-and-so.” It is something a musician strives for; individuality and uniqueness in their craft. So hats off Heather!
**a short video of her show will be on my tumblr later today**