City Lights

I had the privilege of seeing Sara Bareilles this weekend at the Borgata in A.C. (My usual Blackjack luck ran dry apparently, but that's neither here nor there). Two words--uh.mazing. It was so refreshing to view such pure, unadulterated emotion come to life in such beautiful melodies. Each line of each song was so personal yet relatable at the same time. She definitely gives the kind of performance that you don't soon forget, and I left feeling as though I'd been changed for the better because of her voice. Her recorded music doesn't do justice to the real deal, but her albums are great to listen to when you're inside on a rainy day and feeling a bit nostalgic.



Opening acts were Raining Jane (awesome band of women with talents ranging from powerhouse vocals to rythmic bongo-ing (bongoing is a word, look it up), to a few wicked plays of the sitar), and Marc Roussard, who was cheesetastic to say the least. Definitely had a Maroon 5 vibe, but none of the charisma or oozing sexuality of Adam Levine. I'd sincerely enjoy his voice if I didn't have to watch him throw up the rock and roll hand gesture (which automatically makes you susceptible for ridicule and jest), or attempt to seduce the crowd. The hopeful, never-been-kissed girls in the crowd ate it right up though. Sigh.