For very few artists would I venture into Providence, RI, but for Alanis, I traveled to Mohegan Sun, so why the hell not?
Well, for one, this was the biggest shitshow audience I have ever seen in my Goddamn life. I have seen some shit at concerts, but never concentrated in one show. Pretty much the only thing that didn’t happen was someone careening off the balcony on the main floor below, but it wouldn’t have surprised me if some asshole did.
Alanis was masterful, but she had compete with people in audience for attention. The few people that attended this show to actually see Alanis were interrupted, disappointed and probably annoyed by the 500 people or so whose sole purpose for being there was to get out of the rain. Among the highlights was the piercing, off key wailing from the girl behind me who didn’t know the words to the songs and would break from her own singing to shriek at Alanis in ear-busting decibels. Honey, Alanis ain’t answering. She’s getting on the bus and getting the hell out of Providence as fast as those damn wheels will spin.
The first half the set was a bit hampered by an inattentive audience and a setlist that vacillated too much in tempo. After Uninvited (which was perfection) the shit hit the fan in the audience and it wasn’t until Citizen of the Planet when half the audience exited en masse to refill their beer hats and fill up on hot dogs that the concert became the central focus again.
For her part, Alanis devoted some time to Junkie tracks, and they were easily the best of the night. The full version of The Couch put the concert into another gear, followed closely by a surprisingly pounding beat to anchor Sympathetic Character. You Oughta Know finally got the audience to their feet and for one brief, flickering moment you could pretend you were at a normal concert.
Fortunately, Alanis ignored the sideshow and it was when she brought the band closer for an acoustic take on Hand in My Pocket, Everything and a sublime pulsing version of So Pure that she finally connected. Not her fault, in my opinion, but one couldn’t help notice that she raced through the set like she had somewhere else to be (maybe Cincinnati will treat her better on Wednesday.) Thank U, as always, concluded the show on a natural high and the audience stupidly embraced the line “Thank U Providence” as if she wrote it about them. Fuck Providence.
The Couch (intro)
Versions of Violence
All I Really Want
The Couch (partial)
Not the Doctor
Not As We
Citizen of the Planet
Head Over Feet
The Couch (full version)
You Oughta Know
Hand in My Pocket