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.