M.I.A.

Worcester Palladium and M.I.A. was short and sweet, 11 + 3 song set,
the last song of which she put herself on the crowd, - of course, no
worries. I don't know, but there's something about the blinding
flash-flash combined with the ritualistic dancing (definitely not an
American dance- but a willing to work with the American dance)
hardened by the killer instinct and softened by the lycra, that
makes the girl's combinations of music and self really worth
paying attention to.

We met a photographer from the Globe outside, waiting
for his reporter- they're running a feature on Friday,
supposedly.... link TBA, and further thoughts regarding
the MIA Trojan Horse theory.


update: so here's that link...

And while yeah, the "sonic murk" was true (her work comes
off much truer with headphones on, as there's subtlety that
the Palladium venue is perhaps not NASA'd up for), I don't know
what she would think of the Globe (the photographer clearly
wasn't down -"I only have to stay for the first three songs ")
and the show wasn't even sold out, unlike both NYC shows....
once again falling back on its puritanical roots, New England
rubuffs the advances of the anarchists.