Grace Potter, Southpaw

April 21st, 2007


Photo: VickieVictoria

To quote some enthused drunkard from late last night, Grace Potter fucking brings it. We saw her twice yesterday, first in front of Grand Central, and later at Brooklyn’s Southpaw. As enjoyable as the afternoon set was, the bottom of a skyscraper canyon isn’t quite right for the 23-year-old Vermont singer–the guy in the suit next to me used the beautiful gospel-inflected a capella tune “Nothing but the Water” to bitch about his doorman. Southpaw, grungy but spacious, was much better suited to Grace Potter and the Nocturnals’ brand of nasty blues rock. I won’t belabor the obvious–just listen for yourself: Grace Potter oozes talent, and she deserves to be huge. The Wood Brothers opened.

Here’s “Mystery Train”:

Not as good as they’d have you believe. The interview bits with Cohen are terrific, but I could have stood to hear him sing some more songs. Instead, half the movie is taken up by a tribute concert with Nick Cave, Jarvis Cocker, Antony, the McGarrigle sisters, Beth Orton, Rufus Wainwright etc etc. Some of the covers are very good; some of them made me hide in the closet and wait for Marcy to give the all clear. These live sections are also poorly shot and directed — hell, I’ve made better concert videos than this. Bono and the Edge talk Cohen up like he’s a biblical prophet even though his lyrics and winning presence don’t need it. In the end they finally play a song with him.

Leonard Cohen: I’m Your Man. Lian Lunson, 2005. ***