Tonight in Seattle:  

Photo of the day: Kristeen Young

It takes some super-cohones to open for Morrissey. Something tells me that Kristeen Young, who opened for the Moz Sunday night at the Paramount, has got 'em in spades.

Kristeen Young photo by Michael Alan Goldberg

Holy wardrobes, Batman! Looks like someone went to the Missing Persons' fashion institute!

Did anyone catch the opening set to hear what Ms. Young sounded like? I'd sure love to know what sound matches that bubble dress.

{And huge thanks to the UBER talented Michael Alan Goldberg for sharing this photo with us!}

 

That dress is a bit over the top. Are we at Area 51 or The Factory? However, perhaps I'll dress up as her for Halloween. That is... if that Meg White Stripes costume revival doesn't overpower me again this year (still looking for the picture of me as Meg in 2003).

Somebody's been stealing from Bjork's wardrobe ...

And GREAT photo Michael AG -- I never would have believed the rumors of this dress without your beautiful photo of it.

Check out this one from her MySpace page!

Award for trying too hard?

thanks!! it was indeed quite the outfit.

thanks!! it was indeed quite the outfit.

Listen to yourselves. Is this an indie music site or the Ladies Tea Social? Time for a schooling, ladies.

Lesson 1
KRISTEENYOUNG
The Orphans
Midwestern Beat Review
2006

When I first saw Miss Young and her all-boy band (literally, one boy, drummer Baby Jeff White) open for Morrissey last fall at the Aragon Theatre, I wasn't sure whether to swoon or throw up. Pressed against the wire barrier that kept me from the goddess on the stage, I felt a perverse mix of enthrallment and terror as she belted out what I could only assume to be vocalizations of satellite signals from the Divine, such was the palpable fervor permeating her every note, as she commanded her keyboard in a way that made it nearly impossible to decipher where her fingers stopped and the instrument began, manhandling the keys in a way that would make Jerry Lee Lewis blush; it begged her for mercy in the glare of the atomic light beaming down from the rafters like the light of the Heavens opening up at Armageddon as the Lord returned to smite the antichrist onstage, but she showed no such pity and the sound was violent, orgasmic, unknown...she was beautiful. And all the while Baby Jeff hammered away relentless bombastic assaults from what could not possibly be a drumkit anymore but what, at the hands of this strange soldier sweating sunamis of sweat, sin, stars, was more like a tankgun turret, it was as though he was Sonny Liston, if Liston had been a musician, and if the canvas ring had been a theatre stage.
Until that night I'd never heard Kristeen Young's music, but had only heard of her in the buzz swarming amidst Morrissey's fan community...the word was that somehow he had fallen, in a Morrissey kind of way, for an obscure act from the east coast, a singer-songwriter called Kristeen Young, and that now at his behest she was opening every show of his tour...but who was she? But I found out that night, unprepared though I'd been, and, while still not sure what to think, for days afterward I'd kept taped to my locker door at work a little postcard of hers I'd picked up at the show, unable to forget those thirty-five minutes I'd witnessed while she reigned over the stage, the audience, the city, and ever since then, the mundanities of daily life had taken on an even more hollow and meaningless palor than ever before, when now compared to her, to the truth and urgency in every note she sang, her voice at times not even content with articulating lyrics but sublimating instead into piercing shrieks of joy and anguish, in fact somehow expressing MORE that way, just as other cultures have words for certain human experiences that the English language hasn't yet gotten a handle on.

Lesson 2
http://video.google.co.uk/videoplay?docid=-2567869904670245535

And now, apparently, she's been booted from the Moz tour for "saying profane things" about Morrissey. The shame!

I heard about that, too. In fact, I was about 90% through a blog post on it yesterday when my browser crashed and I lost it all.

I thought what she allegedly said was pretty funny, actually.

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Isn't one Lady Gaga painful enough? Madonna already did all this...

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