Martha Wainwright at City Winery

I didn't want my blog to turn into a place where I simply talk about the shows I see. But I just couldn't leave this one out.  Last night at City Winery, that ethereal pixie Martha Wainwright graced the stage for a beautiful set of music both masterfully played and brilliantly sung.  I have to confess I was not familiar with her music before last night, but believe me: today I'm a bona fide fan.
But first let's talk about the opening act. Nath Ann Carrera was nothing short of a breath of fresh air.  He appeared onstage wearing a very short, plain white dress and a blue turban looking like a cross-dressing amalgam of Nurse Ratched, Norma Desmond and Jackie O.  His guitar playing was simple, his deep baritone not always in tune, but he was fascinating to watch.  He spoke like some observer/activist/monologuist robot gone haywire.  And like Sandra Bernhard, the songs didn't mean much without the banter.  Before singing what he called a "cultish lesbian separatist murder ballad" based on real-life prison interviews with the cellmates of Susan Atkins, a member of the infamous Manson Family, he recited (in character?) the disturbing yet kooky things these women had said.  Later, before singing one of her songs, he called Karen Carpenter one of the first people "to be thrown under the bus by gender fundamentalism."  He ended his short set with--of all things--Hank Williams's "On the Banks of the Old Ponchartrain."  I'm sorry I don't have any pictures of Nath Ann for you; I was simply too transfixed by his performance to bother.
And then came Martha.  She casually strolled out on stage to everyone's surprise and greeted us as though we were her old pals.  She's funny.  She joked about how expensive City Winery is by congratulating the audience for "making it to TriBeCa," though it is actually in the heart of SoHo.  She is also an impressive guitarist, tuning the thing by ear between songs while talking to the audience and being cute & charming. I was just waiting for her to start hopping on one foot to show us what a real multi-tasking performer she is.

But that voice! Ah, it was at once gruff and angelic. She sounds like Kate Bush and Jewel wrestling Marianne Faithfull to the ground while PJ Harey cheers from the sideline: just incredible.
She sang some of her old songs and some new ones, covered a handful of Kate McGarrigle (her mother) songs, and even sang (in French of course) several Edith Piaf songs (video coming soon).  Above, watch and listen as she sings her own "Four Black Sheep."
Wainwright invited her (other gender-bending) friend Justin Vivian Bond on stage to cover Melanie's "Leftover Wine," a torch song v sang with voice throaty and visceral (that wasn't a typo: "v" is Justin's preferred gender-free pronoun). Turns out, Bond is a fixture of New York's avant-garde scene and currently has an art exhibition called Fall of the House of Whimsy at Participant, Inc., a gallery on Houston between Avenues A & B.
I'll be following the careers of all three of last night's performers. And I recommend you do the same.  Oh, and City Winery is pretty damn cool too.  But Martha was right: it is expensive.