I heard Martha Wainwright was coming to town and thought "ooh, that sounds good, we should get tickets." And I don't know WHY, really. What do I know about Martha Wainwright, beyond her name and who some of her relatives are? I've heard a half-dozen Rufus Wainwright songs, enough to make me think that I could really get into the guy if I made the effort. This is not much and yet this is substantially more than what I know about Martha Wainwright, which amounts to the fact that I saw her do a few songs on his Christmas special, and I don't remember what songs they were. Or was he doing songs on her Christmas special? Or was it a Wainwright/McGarrigle family Christmas special? I know it had to be at least seven years ago. I think.
Last week I told you I'd never seen Kris Demeanor before, but it turns out I had, 12 years ago. So glad I write these things down.
Anyway. I bought these tickets last December for a show that was supposed to happen in April. Then it got postponed for reasons. I don't know, I'm not her biographer. She didn't feel like coming to Regina, maybe. Does anyone? Regina in the springtime?
The Artesian sold out in the days before the show. I was glad, because it's a delightful little place and I want it to do well. It did, however, mean we needed to get there early to sort out seating. Mika and I wound up in the front row of the pews at the back, which left us in an ideal spot to greet Mark, Arlette, and Other James as they arrived. It also meant a lot of people shuffling in front of us and no height advantage over the floor seats, so arriving a little earlier might have been ideal. So it goes.
I can't say we felt old at this show. At least two-thirds of the audience looked to be of retirement age. I'm not sure who I expected to see at this concert, but that wasn't it. But as we've established, I was going into this about as ignorant as humanly possible, so the fact that I had expectations at all is a little ridiculous.
I've been all bronchitis'd up since returning from Calgary, which is not ideal for concerts. Or for existing. I don't recommend it. To keep my coughing in check, I stuffed my pockets with a flavour sampler of cough candies and washed them down with a tasty pear cider from the bar. This worked reasonably well so I recommend that you combine all your medicine with alcohol for maximum effect. Science shows it works.
The openers were Mappe Of, making their first ever stop in Regina (while on their first-ever cross-Canada tour). They were described as "folk;" that's not how I'd classify them, but I'm not sure where they fit. Very atmospheric music, lots of falsetto in the vocals, plenty of neat tricks (like playing the electric bass with a bow) to create unique sounds. There were moments of big energy but for the most part, it was something to listen to, not to dance to. It was well suited to the small room, too. Mika said it would be good Sunday morning music. This was all really good and quite interesting; not something I'd want to listen to all the time, but ideal in the right setting. Recommended if you're looking for something a little different. Mark and Arlette were way into this, and they're trustworthy humans.
During the break, I was avoiding social media because I had again skipped out on watching wrestling and I didn't want it spoiled for me. So instead of looking up cute animals on Instagram, I checked Pokémon GO and found that the last of the new Halloween Pokémon that I needed was nearby. Mika said she figured I had ten minutes before Wainwright would start; I caught it and was back with time to spare. I'm always surprised when things work out well, even though half of my concert reviews are just me being surprised when things aren't completely ruined. The quick walk in the cool night air was refreshing too.
Martha Wainwright came out and did a song by herself, just on guitar, before bringing out her band. They joined her for most of the show, but she did a handful of songs with just the pianist. I don't really know which songs, for the most part - remember, I'm dumb - though she mentioned some were from her newest album, Goodnight City, including Around the Bend and two songs about her son Francis.
And I will say what I always say; namely, that this was an enjoyable night out. It wasn't an overly long set - probably about 80 minutes with the encore - but enough to get a good introduction to Wainwright's music without overstaying her welcome. Much like with Sarah Slean last week, the intimate venue and great sound really helped the evening. Also like Slean, Wainwright is very emotive with some vocal flourishes; things that could either make you a bigger fan or push you away. You pick.
She also had more of a sense of humour than I was expecting, telling lots of stories and also sharing that as a recent divorcée, she was finding it very therapeutic to be touring around with her band "talking about cum." You were not expecting that sentence to end that way and neither were we. This got the best delayed reaction I've ever heard - few immediate laughs, but then they kept popping up all over. I like to think that a number of the more elderly fans in attendance didn't quite hear it and needed it explained to them. Hopefully by their kids. Also, her poor bass player was doubled over laughing and also maybe looked a little mortified.
Is the band's NAME Talking About Cum? Because that wasn't how I interpreted it initially but maybe? It fits with how she phrased it, depending on where you put the comma. I don't have proof of this, though. The band wasn't credited on the tickets and posters but I suppose there are community standards that need to be upheld. Unlike, say, here.