In my continuing heightened effort to bring traffic to this site and somehow make money off it, either through donations driven by pity and/or guilt, or in a less likely scenario, advertising attracted by quality content, I hereby launch the third jimbessman.com series in one week.
The other two, Tales of Bessman and The Fall of the House of Bessman, are pretty much self-explanatory and require no explanation. Concert Highlights, on the other hand, begs for at least a brief introduction.
Fact of the matter is, I hate writing concert reviews. They’re way too much work for me to do them right, so unless it’s an artist that I care about, or in the even more rare instance that I’m being paid to write it, I don’t do them.
Of course, I don’t get invited to concerts anymore, so it’s kind of a moot point. And since I don’t know anyone in publicity anymore, and those now in publicity definitely don’t know me, it’s pointless to ask for concert tickets: They’ll only tell me that they only have tix for “working journalists,” meaning I’d better be reviewing it, and there aren’t a lot of publicists who consider examiner.com legitimate “work”—not to mention jimbessman.com.
So I don’t embarrass myself anymore.
Yet on those few occasions where I still know a venue or publicist that lets me into a show, maybe I see something I want to say that’s longer than a tweet or two, but not something worthy of the time it takes to write something along the lines of “and then they performed ‘Songs A,’ ‘B’ and ‘C,’ and the crowd went nuts!”
Hence, herewith Concert Highlights, to include one or two or how many I have of quick, disjointed impressions requiring minimal effort.
I’m starting with Rebecca Pidgeon’s benefit concert Friday night (April 18) at Housing Works. I wrote her bio, so she invited me. And she and her husband David Mamet came to the annual Bessman Bash party last August in L.A., so I really did need to go—and besides, I really do love her last album Blue Dress On, so much that I put it in my Top 10 of last year.
But I didn’t want to review the show. And in this first edition of Concert Highlights, I’m not even going to talk about the music!
Rather, I’ll relate parts of the Q&A that followed, between Pidgeon and her 19-year-old daughter, writer/director/actress Clara Mamet—whose debut film Two-Bit Waltz was premiering the following night at the Tribeca Film Festival.
What follows is by no means verbatim:
Clara: I don’t know what I’m doing here. I’m supposed to interview a successful musician.
Rebecca: You could talk about being a good mother…
Clara: It’s good to see you. You look great. We’re wearing the same outfit.
Rebecca: You’re wearing clothes from my closet.
Clara: These are yours originally, but they look better on me.
Clara: [My mother] made a poster [for the show] and got my boyfriend to take great pictures.
Rebecca: I didn’t pay him anything. I gave him my daughter.
Clara: You gave me my first music—Siouxsie & the Banshees, Talking Heads…
Rebecca: It’s the best moment of my life–to get my daughter’s approval. You gave me such joy.
Rebecca: You changed the color of your hair…and took up smoking. A mother knows.
This last line she said without joy.
The crowd went nuts.