Jasmin Kaset and guest
August 4, 2008
Tonight’s gig at the Old Bar went reasonably well, in a quiet sort of way. I suppose my failure to prepare a set list of any kind might have been a source of shakiness, but the random selection of assortments I picked out of a hat didn’t seem to cause any riots. Ignore any indescribably bizarre musical reinterpretations of key developmental scenes from the first season of Chris Carter’s The X Files.
More over, I was very taken by the girl whose gig’s underside I was clinging to. Jasmin Kaset’s charm outdoes her guitar playing tenfold, but personally I prefer it that way. At any rate, she has a sweetness of voice that employs all the best sides of coy, ironic and genuine, and her songwriting reflects that impeccably. Taking the stage adorned in an oddly flattering football singlet, shorts and stockings, the Nashville native’s bi cultural surety laid some lovely groundwork for the charismatic tightrope walk of shamelessness vs. amiable awkwardness. I’d like to support her again, or, failing that, just go to another of her shows. One to look out for, just quietly.
Martin Kingsley is kind enough to have captured some of tonight on his magic image stealing box. There will be some video up soon, too, I’m told.
