I was out late on a school night: my kids' school, my husband's school, my school - in fact I drove right from the writing class I teach and straight to a bar for dinner and some amazing indie music. Lovely ladies and their ethereal guitars. And voices. First up: well, I'm sorry I didn't get her name and I was eating dinner in the front room, but she did play a mean fiddle with the headliner. Okay, second up: The Watson Twins. Louisville natives who, I swear, look more sophisticated and sexy at thirty-whatever than I have in my life! They have stage presence. Wow! And their voices meld and twist around one another's and their guitars. At one point, they came off of the two-inch stage and sang directly to us. I was a foot away from their broad smiles. Each song was accompanied by a story or some relaxed banter. I didn't want them to leave, but then Laura Viers would never hit the stage. Oh Laura Viers, I love you in a borderline unhealthy way. You're a pixy in glasses and pigtails. Your breathy voice transports me to the sea, the cliffs, the sky, or deep in a forgotten cave. I found myself swaying with my eyes closed for most of the show. Dreamy.
Here's a favorite Laura Viers song:
Can't find a decent Watson Twins video. Maybe they're just better live.