Review By Alana Wise, Photos By Joshua Feldman
This is not the first time I have turned to BYT to sing the praises of my absolute favorite singer, but on Sunday night she stuck her boot in the face of whoever thought they had second place and took the entire Top 10 for herself.
Sunday evening, as I neglected International Relations homework, I scurried through the bristling cold to the 9:30 Club where Lissie and I would finally reunite.* When she finally took the stage after what seemed like an eternity of waiting (I’m almost positive it was only five minutes), she genuinely made me want to say ‘fuck work,’ pack a hobo bag and go live in the woods. That probably had something to do with her saying “fuck work” and suggesting that we all go live in the woods before breaking into “I Don’t Wanna Go To Work,” but her voice was mostly the reason.
Lissie and her phenomenal backing, the Kopecky Family Band, effortlessly put on a show that is both completely personable to the audience, but also cruelly humbling when you realize you will be as cool as she is, and your voice doesn’t even sound like that in the shower.
Her voice is a revelation. Hearing her studio-albums is enough of a trip through Oz’s soothing poppy fields, but hearing her live will change her life. Her powerful voice ripped through all the anxieties I had pent up during the week and left me feeling completely wired, but completely free at the same time. I was Jayden Smith. She was my Drake.
Speaking of Drake, we all know she does covers, but can we take a moment to appreciate the fact that she fucking does these covers?? At the end of the show, being the marvelous addiction that she is, Lissie and the boys reentered stage left to satiate our starving pleas for an encore. “Hold On, We’re Going Home.” They performed freaking “Hold On, We’re Going Home” and shredded. The cover included slowed, more emotional lyrics and a series of guitar breaks that would make Drake hang up his hat for a while and ponder his terrible life choices. I am a Drake fan, but he does not have that song anymore. Lissie took it from him and now it reeks of Tequila and raw talent.
I won’t even fake an apology for that.
Lissie is truly the most gifted performer I have ever seen in person. I have said it before, and I will continue to say it until it is understood. Buy her album, listen to the whole thing and then pawn your girlfriend’s iPhone to get tickets to the show. It is completely worth the misdemeanor petty theft you’ll probably get slapped with. Even now as I sit up following an all-nighter finishing the homework I should have done then, I regret nothing… Sleep deprivation is admittedly not necessarily the same as jail time, but you get the point.
*I realize we’ve never formally met. Label me not a fanatic. Just… an enthusiast.