Astor
Theatre
June
22, 2013
When
you rub the lamp with Martha Wainwright in it, you’re can’t be sure which genie
will emerge. By the time her somewhat disorderly and sometimes – often –
wonderful set at the Astor finished, we got to see a whole pile of them.
The
intriguing question is whether they are competing for our attention, or her’s.
Wainwright ended her set with her mother’s last
song, Proserpina. It’s not a great piece (Kate’s unbearably
lovely, prescient elegy, Talk to Me of Mendocino, will always be the song to
remember her by, and for), but, even if Martha Wainwright sometimes only grants
two wishes, she’s a genie of surpassing magnetism and talent.
Link here to the complete review in The West Australian
Here's Mendocino, performed by Martha, her brother and aunt.
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