A brilliant change of pace, located only a brisk (and I do mean brisk as I left the comfort of the Radisson in only a t-shirt and jeans) walk away, the Bridges lounge at the hotel provided a more subdued tone for the nigh hard of hearing rockers next door.
Kicking off the entertainment at the lounge was youngster singer/songwriter Chelsea Lee. She proved that big things can come in small packages as her frame betrayed her pipes. A voice like that of a 10-year veteran of the pop game came bounding out of a body that has yet to see college. Even the cantankerous bartender and middle-aged scotch drinker that conversed between songs mentioned how surprised they were with her vocal abilities.
Looking slightly sheepish this songstress sang of the sensitive struggles of smitten singles. (I guess the coffee shop atmosphere really brought the literary language out of me. Even in asides I can’t stop alliterating.) While her sound was that of a straight down the middle chick with guitar, her voice perfected the genre.
However, the act to follow was not so special. Ryan Swink, though talented and proficient, had the typical coffee shop strummer style and sound. I was pleasantly surprised that the young man did not play “Hey Delilah,” even when his voice would have been perfect for it.
Though once when I got distracted I was treated to the sight of Celine Dion singing on some prime-time special. It’s always good when Celine is seen and not heard. Even better when her mouth sinks up to the words and vocals of a 20-something man.
Kicking off the entertainment at the lounge was youngster singer/songwriter Chelsea Lee. She proved that big things can come in small packages as her frame betrayed her pipes. A voice like that of a 10-year veteran of the pop game came bounding out of a body that has yet to see college. Even the cantankerous bartender and middle-aged scotch drinker that conversed between songs mentioned how surprised they were with her vocal abilities.
Looking slightly sheepish this songstress sang of the sensitive struggles of smitten singles. (I guess the coffee shop atmosphere really brought the literary language out of me. Even in asides I can’t stop alliterating.) While her sound was that of a straight down the middle chick with guitar, her voice perfected the genre.
However, the act to follow was not so special. Ryan Swink, though talented and proficient, had the typical coffee shop strummer style and sound. I was pleasantly surprised that the young man did not play “Hey Delilah,” even when his voice would have been perfect for it.
Though once when I got distracted I was treated to the sight of Celine Dion singing on some prime-time special. It’s always good when Celine is seen and not heard. Even better when her mouth sinks up to the words and vocals of a 20-something man.
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