Thunder Thighs

It is ironic that when I sat down in a nearly-empty bar on an unassuming Sunday night to see a show, I asked what it would have been like to have heard Jeff Buckley in a small club, what it was like to see that hidden gem hiding in the place you call home.

Then Thunder Thighs happened. And I understood.

Seeing her live was akin to something bordering on the religious. I was not prepared for the gravity of it, that careful, burgeoning ache that crept in and took me completely unawares. The performance had an intimacy, a grace, that I have not seen anywhere else. To even begin to compare will only cause me to fall short. If Annie Lennox went on a spiritual journey I imagine it would sound something like this.

Her covers of Fleetwood Mac and Kid Cudi overshadowed the originals, and her original work was haunting, full of a strength that was beckoning to burst forth yet restrained by an interpretive wisdom that made me shudder.

I’m stunned that Columbus, that home, has such a talent.

“I watched a storm rolling in,” and I have yet to see, or feel, her leave.

Find her at:
https://thunderthighss.bandcamp.com/
https://www.facebook.com/thunderthighss/

 

 

 

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