I was in Big Sur anyway to celebrate the glass half full as it were and we saw a poster Kath Bloom was playing. Excitement. We booked another night at the hotel and at 7:30 sharp we were at the Henry Miller Library Highway One in the big dark. I love this place and reserved German guy who seems to run it. I loved that I was able to see Kath Bloom play and it was being recorded and I could be there. The opener was young and had a great smile and a great voice. She had songs about trees and dogs. She was so pleased with herself. No. God bless her but...
Kath Bloom floors me as a songwriter. I loved seeing her live. The story's flowed out of her. She is the kind of performer that even though the songs are dark the whole event is joyous. Every song was a fucking hit. Honestly I was a fan before but to see her perform live was great. I didn’t know it but this was a collaboration and a jamboree and soon gentle young people started to play with her. At first it was cool but she performed 5 of her songs and then the gentle young people took over. A shame. I wish I had drunk from the same koolaid as everyone else because this kind of pissed me off. The band was lead by a young man and they were ok - but when he thanked the the crowd - “especially the people who paid” I thought: Fuck you. I didn't pay 15 bucks to endure inoffensive songs about trees and girls. Kath performed with them and smiled and loved it so bless her perhaps these kids give her new life and that is how that works but my patience ran out when they invited the people recording the event to do their own song (in the spirit of sharing and giving). Kath performed two songs at the end - the first about ‘a little flower’ but managed to make that about murder and the crowd brought her back for a shy and unwilling encore. Gosh I hope these sweet gentle cow-like neo-hippy folk kids bring her into some kind of success so she can play a set of her own songs solo without them. Then I will pay again.
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