So anyway, let's go back. Way back. All the way back to 2011. We still have a couple of Best Of's to get rid of, like the other half of "Best in Music"...
BEST IN MUSIC - LIVE ACT
This year I went to a little over 10 concerts. And although I missed out on some pretty amazing live acts (including the Strokes, The Rapture and Portishead) in what's probably Mexico City's biggest music event of the year, the Corona Capital Festival, I can't really complain about the shows I did go to.
Choosing my favorite was a though decision, but it really came down to three: Ratatat, The Kills and Feist. All three shows were unbelievably good, yet completely different from one another, which made it even harder.
The thing is, when you go to a concert, there are three main factors that pretty much make or break the show: 1) The musical talent. 2) The connection between the band (or artists) and the crowd. 3) The crowd itself. - It is a combination of the three that define a show. So when I compared all three shows, it was clear that Feist was the one.
1) Musically, it was as close to perfection as an artist can possible be. There were no flaws, not one tiny error. Not from Leslie, not from her band members, not from her three backup singers (who looked like greek muses). Perfection people, complete perfection that was.
2) The interaction this woman has with her audience is unlike any other I've seen. She is not only charming, funny and adorable, but she created the kind of environment that made everyone feel as if you actually knew her. As if, she was just a friend, playing for you in your living room.
3) If you can control and manipulate a crowd in Mexico City, you can do it anywhere in the world. We Mexicans are well knows for being loud and crazy... all the time. Yet, somehow, those of us who attended any of the four shows Feist gave last december, will testify being under some kind of spell. We could not speak, scream, or move. Singing along was more like whispering along, and the only time our body would allow us to clap or let out any sort of noise, was after mademoiselle Leslie had finished either singing or talking.
So yeah, it comes as no surprise she's been called the Queen of Indie music. Her lyrics are as beautiful and powerful as her stage presence and personality. Her fifth album, Metals, is as good as any of her previous ones. And if I ever turn gay, I totally want to date her.
Wouldn't you?
