This is what I was expecting from the Ingrid Michaelson concert: A girl and her ukulele, warbling away with a plinky accompaniment that shows off her voice. Like this.
However, the first third of the concert was this:
See all those other people on stage? They are loud. I have no idea what the first four songs were about, because I couldn't hear the lyrics. I still heard Ingrid warbling something, and I got the impression she was very injured by Love yet still resilient. Other than that, I don't know what was going on.
Gary was delighted, because the first song had every person on stage playing a drum. When he plays the drums in the basement with Ingrid he does not let her show off her voice either.
If the new noisy band is there to act out Gary's fantasy, the new arrangement of The Way I Am is my fantasy out there for everyone to see. Who among us has not sung that song and hammed up every trill? I sing it in the car with great significance and pathos. The new arrangement made me think Ingrid had heard me and wanted to show me how it's done. She pared down everything but her, the ukulele, and she didn't lean on the uke except to throw in a plink to punctuate the phrasing.
Here's a clip someone else got earlier this year. I like how the audience is singing the glib old version and she's singing the new version with the great depth of feeling.
I like that new arrangement. I like that she's experimenting with new sounds. I just want to hear the words. And you darn kids get off my lawn, and in my day we called them brassieres.