I first heard Ani Difranco perform at an open mike at Nietzsche's. (Ah, Nietzsche's, where no matter who you are you’re never outa place.) I hadn’t gone to hear her; I’d never heard of her. I went to hear a friend sing Irish ballads while accompanying himself on the autoharp. I got there early and already on mike was a young woman singer accompanied by an upright bass player. From her introductions I learned that the songs she was singing were her own. The songs were powerful poetry, a tumbling rush of words. She had a strong voice; she played a mean acoustic guitar. She was, I learned that evening, eighteen years old. I remember thinking at the time, “She’s better than anybody else in this room. Hell, she might be better than anyone else in town.”
I was to hear her perform many more times after that as A-twin* Dale soon took over her management. I’ve long thought that a large part of Ani’s success was due to her work ethic. We’ve all known lotsa talented people whose talent alone got them nowhere. Ani took her talent out on the road. She toured endlessly starting with coffee houses and college campus gigs. She broke first in Canada where the distances between gigs are huge and the travel is arduous. As her star ascended the size of the venues she played and the number of musicians joining her on stage grew proportionately. It was great fun watching her grow and change. And then, right around the time she became national phenom I, for various reasons not the least of which was an unhappy parting with Dale as her manager, stopped attending her performances.
So when she opened for David Byrne earlier this month at CMAC I was curious to see if and how she’d changed over the years.
What we got was rockin’ Ani. OK, there are no anthems in Ani. The words still tumble like water over rocks in the upper river. But she showed from the moment she hit the stage that she can rock her tunes. Accompanied by a drummer and killer upright base player and Ani drove them like a power trio. Ani has always had major guitar chops and this time out she showed she could play solid rock leads on her acoustic. Absent was the jazzy contralto she’d affected on some of the later recordings. Instead we got a big voice strong enough to fill the outdoor arena. And there was no sigh of freaky Ani. Her auburn hair was shoulder length. She wore subdued clothes and little if any make-up. And also notably absent was all that angst that so typified her early songs. Rather she sang about democracy (she’s in favor of it), motherhood (she likes it) and Election Day 2008 (she’s happy her guy won, “oh president Obama it’s an honor just to say it, i used to hide my passport now i want to display it.”)
I hadn’t seen David Byrne since last December. It turned out this was still the same tour, still the same show. Mind you it’s a really good show. Singers sing, dancer dance, the singers dance, the dancer play instruments and David himself does all of it. If features most of the songs from Everything That Happens will Happen Today, my favorite CD from last year. I’d said before the performance is one of those felicitous places where art and rock intercept. If you care about this sorta thing at all you can still catch the tour although you’ll have to go to Europe for most of it this summer. But as Shelley quipped, “See something once, why see it again?”
*A-twin, def.: Astrological twin. A term coined by Dale, oldest and dearest friend, to describe the uncanny agreement on so many subjects and spookily similar tastes of two guys born less than forty-eight hours apart.