Imagine you come to this country from Russia at age 9, spent your whole career playing bar after after, being rejected by record companies, get discovered by The Strokes, sign a record deal, tour small venues, then your big chance comes when you open for Keane at Radio City Music Hall, the most famous venue in the world. You sign a song acappella with a lyrics that ends "go away" then some dipshit yells from the crowd, "Yeah, go away". What would you do? Same thing I would do -- say "fuck you" to the guy in the place where million of families have visited to see the Christmas Spectacular.
God bless you, Regina Spektor. That was so cool.
In any event, I dusted off my copy of Soviet Kitsch to see what I thought and I was impressed. Each song tells a unique story and her vocals are strong. It's a great time for singer-songwriters because there are so many good ones out there (Nellie McKay, Keren Ann, Feist, Madeleine Peyroux and The Dresdon Dolls) that are influenced by jazz, classical and cabaret. It's a shame they don't get the same credit that bore Norah Jones receives.
When she walked out, she seemed a bit over-whelmed by the space. I was worried for a second because she took a long pause before she started. I said to myself, "She better not cry and walk off stage." It was all good. Great performance -- I especially liked "Ghost of Corporate Future" and one song, "Bobbing For Apples" that had the lyric "Someone next door is fucking to my song." (thanks for the clarification, Melissa) Here a picture, even from the 7th row I still felt far away.