I was a wreck this day. I'd stayed up all night writing a handful of articles for the Boise Weekly and only gotten three hours of sleep. When the evening came, I didn't feel like doing anything other than sit on my couch and stare vacantly into space.
Then I saw a Facebook event page for this show. Then I listened to Jennie Wayne's latest album. Then I said to myself, "Y'know, I could really use some more of this right now." So I dragged my carcass into my car and made the drive out to Nampa.
There were eleven people inside the concert-garage when I arrived. The audience peaked at seventeen. A modest crowd, but at least the people were into the music; they alternated between respectful silence and warm applause throughout the show.
Jennie Wayne played first. This Portland musician's clean, breathy vocals and soothing melodies helped level me off from the iced coffee I'd gulped down. Her lyrics were consistently thoughtful and well-turned, but frankly, I could've listened to her coo the Flying M's menu. During her Prince cover, I could've closed my eyes and sworn I was listening to Alison Krauss. Sweet, soulful, gorgeous.
Fellow Portland musician Lindsay Clark played next. Her subdued, fluttery vocals were more austere than Wayne's. Similarly, her lyrics were edgier and more ominous. Nothing wrong with that, though; her cryptic, fascinating songs and her spare banjo picking made me think a little of Five Leaves Left or Pink Moon. Also, I appreciated the determination of her closing song: "You say the grass is greener, but I know the grass is one shade. / And I will see it through, and I will see it through."
You can find info on Jennie Wayne and Lindsay Clark on Facebook and elsewhere online.
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