The NSW Readers’ Advisory Group have asked us to read books in the theme of ‘Girl Power’ this month, but that’s not going to happen for me. I had all the intentions of reading the Land of Painted Caves by Jean Auel, the loong awaited last installment in the Earth Children series. Unfortunately, the libraries copies are all out and the one I had has a reserve. Though I’m glad to see others enjoying a well told story, it leaves be bereft of a Girl Powered story to read.
She was in town over the gap between March and April and we were the fools that saw her April 1st. Not that it was foolish to see Cyndi Lauper and taking the day off to do it certainly wasn’t foolish. (connection to other entry) But I must admit to filling a little silly and childish as we stepped under the golden ceiling of the State Theatre. We’re X-Gen’s and Cyndi Lauper’s music and style was what we admired, like the current generations obsession for a certain pretty young man. Her songs were fun, but they also had something to say, unlike a certain pretty young man.
When we took our seats we had no idea who was the warm up, but we were soon pleasantly surprised when Casey Donovan. She’s so personable and we already know she has a voice to fill the world with. She sings covers and a few of her own songs including one called Big, Beautiful and Sexy which typified the night. This was a night of celebration of the individual, that you don’t need to be kept down because your different from what culture expects. Casey is an original and we loved her for it.
Then the original one we came to see tripped onto the stage with her stellar band of blues notables playing the fanfare. Bright red hair in a glorious mop framing a stage white face and dressed in a bikie queen original, leather suite with big black boots and a frilled bustle. From that moment on we were hers. Whatever she said was gold, a cry of “I love you Cyndi!” from the audience would receive a, “I love you too.” is her New York twang. When she danced we all danced, except for those of us fortunate or (unfortunate) enough to be sitting in the balconies. When she leaped off the stage and danced over the chairs in the stalls we all cheered.
Her voice roars live. Recordings of hers are timorous things in comparison. She rages at injustice with every shred of her being, every level of her consciousness.
At the end of two hours the audience are either converts to the congregation of Cyndi or dead. She was there living Girl Power before the Spice Girls and is still rocking the world with music, words and actions.
For a full review of the night check out this site.