CPW Confessional Vol (I've lost track): I almost insulted Jane Siberry
Jane Siberry is also a ginger
Our blogging friend Dale keeps mentioning things that make me want to write a long, fascinating comment. But once my comments go over two paragraphs, I figure it's time to do my own post rather than troll up someone's comment section. This time Dale mentioned Jane Siberry, although he referred to her as "Jane Siberry Coolcat." I think we are talking about the same person, but I'm not sure.
Jane Siberry is Canadian, so I bet Dale knows her personally.
Anyway, there used to be a really cool holiday concert called the Downtown Messiah at the Bottom Line in the Village. The Bottom Line is now defunct, thanks to those money grubbing greedy NYU bastards who basically kicked them out. Big loss for art in the city.
The Downtown Messiah was a compilation of modern renderings of most of Handel's "Messiah." Very, very cool. The people who used to organize it don't do it anymore now that the Bottom Line is no more. I keep hoping someone will bring it back.
The first time I saw the DM, Jane Siberry performed "If God Be For Us." Her rendition moved me to tears, and I thought I should approach her after the performance to chat with her and tell her so.
The thing is, I didn't know that Jane was pretty famous. Probably about as famous as KD Lang.
So I'm sitting there thinking "what should I say when I go talk to Jane Siberry?" I was thinking up dumb small talk stuff to say like "so, do you sing as a profession, or do you have a day job?"
My friend Jim, who sang in the chorus of this production, offered to introduce me when I saw him after the performance, but for whatever reason we decided to leave instead. Only later did he tell me she was famous.
I'm really glad I didn't try to talk to her. Although it's possible that if I had, she never would have forgotten me. And that would be a good thing. I guess.
Do you think it's possible that Jane might Google herself and read this? If so, I'm sorry, Jane.
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