Hope Sandoval and the Warm Inventions

Venue
Paradise Rock Club

Location
Boston, MA

Date
23rd august 2002

Lineage
Cdr > EAC > Wav > TLH > Flac(8)

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Set list

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Flac Fingerprints

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Track04.flac:ff03b1b25ad402d0a4a1920fd12e403e
Track05.flac:b3a28b8a0e76ac1d294254dd88f29fd6
Track06.flac:b3410f85535547964970cab549a947b3
Track07.flac:643f14427507a15447c8eb208576246f
Track08.flac:a7107aa3acecfc2346e303017dcf6a76
Track09.flac:65aa8442ae318b596e0e9717af95815f

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Received in a trade.This show was marred with
people using flash photography and talking throughout
the performance which boils over and the band leave the stage.
I'd always assumed this to be a complete recording but
found the following review of the gig which states that
they came back for an encore which is not captured here...

Review.....................................................

All in all Hope probably didn't play much more than an hour.
But I would gladly pay to see the same show again. I have
listened to Mazzy Star since 1990 and always felt the band
to be a singularly wonderful group. I have Hope's new cd and
rather like it. But I went to see her w/ few - or at least
marginal - expectations. There were, indeed, some very weird
vibes/issues bandied about...some pretty serious emotional
shots fired over the bow...some undercurrents of spiritual
conflict...some psychic blood-letting...a weird kind of
rock & roller stigmata...possible suicide in the works right
on the stage. But all in all, it only made the moment that
much more profound...the art that much more painfully real.

Hope is sure as Hell no mere hippie chick. She is clearly
no simple guy band prop or accessory. Hope is no slinky floozy...
no Barbie doll on Quaaludes. Hope's rock solid...nobody's fool...
though superficially she may seem to be a bit of a prima donna...
or at least a bit weary of the BS from a long time away from home
on the lonely not so silky road. But then a blessed even saintly
kind of weariness & dreariness is perhaps ultimately Hope's signal
virtue...her singular genre...her veritable stock in trade.

The encore was unexpected to say the least. But it was as appropriate

and powerful as any encore I've ever heard. The Stones "Play With Fire"...
It fit the mood of the evening like a custom made suit. Yes, Hope made it
clear... Don't play with her..."cause yer playin' w/ FIRE!"

Hope ultimately blew the smoke from the barrel of her six-shooter, twirled
and slapped her piece in it's holster, leapt up on her steed and w/ a kick
of her spurs and a hearty shout of "HeeYA"! galloped off into the bleeding
fleeting sun...as it sank in a swirling cloud of desert (demon vs pixie) dust.
Hope hit and ran...like some ghostly High Plains Drifter...some Zorro-like
femme fatale..some kind of Immortal Masked Madonna. ("Who was that masked woman?!?!")

In the end, the music spoke infinitely louder than any mere mortal words.
Hope is a very warm blooded human being...a full-fledged artist in her own right...
not some stupid flavor of the month "entertainer". You come to Hope on her own terms.
No negotiation...no patronizing...no condescension. No freakin' monkey business.
Hope gets right down to business and doesn't let up - until she's ready to bolt.
She's as serious as a Momma bear whose cubs are threatened.

(I seem to have enjoyed the show as much as anyone. But my experience was somehow
apparently not quite what any of the other reviewers have reported. The comparison/contrast
may be of some interest. I was perhaps a bit older than the average person in the crowd at 43.
That may account for a fair amount of my own particular bent here. But like the others,
I could not possibly hope to avoid mention of the tension. In the end though it was all
part of the vivid memories I'm sure to retain. In the end it was what it needed to be...
what it oughta be. It was what it was.)