21 May 2010
Kaki King redeemed all. Guitar g-d(ess), weaver of tales, spinner of alternate realities. She initiated her set with some newer material, leaning heavily toward the standard indie singer/songwriter style. By "The Betrayer", however, she could not conceal her emotion whilst playing. Her set was absolutely relentless and gripping on so many levels. As the night progressed, her older material surfaced, and climaxed when she ingeniously combined "Doing The Wrong Thing" and "My Nerves That Committed Suicide". What a wonderful way to pay homage to her past whilst looking ever so brightly to the future.
Kaki's captivating shredding was incredibly satisfying and spread throughout various beautiful guitars. As per usual, she played without a pick (she used her fingernails) but the absolute gems of the night lay in her tribal percussion on the guitars themselves. Never mind her bandmates Dan and Jordan, the spotlight lay on King throughout the night, especially when she stared contentedly at the lights glittering on the curtains behind her. Concluding the night with a burst of energy, the petite guitarist jumped into the crowd and was the catalyst for a wave of dancing that truly allowed the crowd to physically express their gratitude and happiness.
Kaki's captivating shredding was incredibly satisfying and spread throughout various beautiful guitars. As per usual, she played without a pick (she used her fingernails) but the absolute gems of the night lay in her tribal percussion on the guitars themselves. Never mind her bandmates Dan and Jordan, the spotlight lay on King throughout the night, especially when she stared contentedly at the lights glittering on the curtains behind her. Concluding the night with a burst of energy, the petite guitarist jumped into the crowd and was the catalyst for a wave of dancing that truly allowed the crowd to physically express their gratitude and happiness.
Exchanging positive vibes and (often explicit) jokes with her fans all night, Kaki was just as enthralled to be performing as the audience was watching her. The Atlanta native was dumbfounded by the fact that she was playing the Fillmore, a venue well known for hosting some of history's best guitarists. It doesn't make any sense that someone so distinctive and gushing with talent could be as humble as Kaki King. Maybe one day she'll look back and realize that she didn't infiltrate the Fillmore's ranks, but rather added to its glory.
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