All words: Kerri Pinchuk — All photos: Emily Cohen
An Open Letter to Grace Potter
Big fan here since the “This is Somewhere” days. First thing’s first: wanted to say a quick thanks for your work at the 9:30 Club last night. The energy was explosive. The band was flawless. I have to say that opening with The Lion The Beast The Beat was predictable, but the Stones tease? The Madonna-Righteous Brothers-Beatles triple encore? Pure genius. How can your next three sold-out nights even compare? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not doubting you, I’m just still in awe. My face actually still hurts from smiling.
But let’s get to the point here, G. It must be getting old for you by now—killing it in city after city after city, night after night after night. Trust me, I get it. I know how the constant praise from critics got monotonous after your fifth studio album. All of those marriage proposals from random people? Ugh. All that joking around via FaceTime with Ellen Degeneres? Over it. Having the voice of an angel and the hair of a Disney princess is totally overrated. I know your life only looks perfect; those incredible sequined dresses are probably itchy as shit.
I mean, it’s a lot of pressure for a nice Vermont girl to front such an incredible band. You don’t have to tell ME how touring with four amazingly talented musicians loses its luster. Sometimes you just just want a best friend around. To gossip about that crazy afterparty, to scarf those amazing 9:30 Club cupcakes. To shop for hair products and sparkly outfits.
Are you catching my drift here? Let me spell it out: Sometime last night during the most amazing “Low Road” ever (my fave song, thanks for taking my request, girl), it just hit me—we would be the BEST best friends. We’d pull hilarious pranks on the boys’ tour bus, and we’d stay up late prepping for that Rolling Stone interview. You’d serenade me at all of my birthday parties and I’d screen your calls for you (bye, Ellen.). We could even start our own side project (side projects are so in right now): You belt your chills-inducing soulful songs and rock out on guitar and kill it on the keys, and I’ll shake a tambourine. Partners in crime. KP and the Amazing Grace.
Most importantly, I’d be totally honest with you about your music. Some people think you’re heading too mainstream, but they obviously don’t understand your direction like I do. You’re already the reigning goddess of the jam band scene, you’ve played with everyone from Bob Weir to Bobby Keys, and you’ve toured with country music legends. Mainstream’s all that’s left.
I know it’s a lot to think about, so take some time and get back to me. You’ve had three more nights to mull it over. Let’s talk about it over post-show chili fries at Ben’s.
The Lion The Beast The Beat
Never Go Back
Stop the Bus
Paint It Black (segue)
Delta/Put Your Head Down
Nothing But The Water I
Nothing But The Water II
Paris (Ooh La La)
Like a Prayer (Madonna cover)
You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’ (Righteous Brothers cover)
All You Need is Love (Beatles cover)
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