Juana Molina, Hoy Por la Noche

Can't. Hardly. Wait.

UPDATE: OMFG. I had high hopes for the show with Juana, but I now have a new #1 chanteuse. She is beyond description. Besides the fact that she sings most of her tunes in Spanish, there is little that is quintessentially Argentinian about her unless you recall that Buenos Aires has the highest per capita rate of folks going to shrinks of any major city in the world. More than Vienna. Repetitive, obsessive rhythms from an alien place. Ah how Freudian. How Southern Cone.

She opened with "Un Dia" (as seen below), and it was just a tight, cool show, every step of the way as she and the two other musicians seemed to make more sounds than most symphonic orchestras. Dressed in a classic little black dress, she belied the fact that she turns 47 this year.

My only complaint was that this glorious artist was at the Great American Music Hall. Yes, I love the look of the building, but the folks that go there! We're at a concert not the Super Bowl, people. There were a couple of times that I wanted to turn to the couple next to me -- who looked at the stage maybe 15 seconds the entire evening but babbled along to each other a pitch volume for two hours straght -- "Did you come to watch the show or perform your version of Love Letters." Or, more to the point, I wanted to say, "Why are you littering this otherwise perfect evening with the inane chatter of your tedious, pointless lives?"

I was probably the person who clapped the loudest about midway through the show when, as she looked out at the chattering crowd and said. "What are you talking about? " There were a couple of giggles and then the babbling continued. "I wasn't sure if you were talking about the show or something else." As a woman who grew up in two of the world's most cultured cities -- Paris and Buenos Aires -- I am sure this was a shock to her.

She soldiered on and gave an incredible show.