Last night at the Hollywood Bowl, I was powerfully moved by the incredible force that is Grace Jones. I'd never seen anyone do that many costume changes at a concert, or sing like a hurricane with ten yard of gray silk billowing in the wind across the stage, or tiptoe-shimmy across it in a giant rose shaped dress with a hundred points of spiked fabric while crooning La Vie en Rose, and then spin around to reveal there is no dress at all in the back, only shiny nakedness, to the delight of thousands of screaming queens in the audience. I was left wondering why I'd never really heard of her before, and in the wake of Michael Jackson's passing, as we all ruminate and wonder at his ability to entertain, I have to say, after last night, I really don't understand why she isn't as big as him or bigger. When you see a show like this, for me at least, it shocks me and makes me realize just how crappy and trite and expected most of our entertainment is, you've just gone numb to it. Then you see someone really get up and make art, and everything else just starts to pale in comparison. She sang live to this video last night and it really blew me away.
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