The opening act was Q-Tip... the music was definitely enjoyable... he tried a little too hard to get everybody excited for Lauryn, though. But even with that... if I were putting together an opener for Ms. Hill, he was a good choice.
Once Lauryn came on... from the very first stanza of the very first song, the volume was turned up too loud for the space and the sound system... all that noise was mangled together and muddy... not too loud for my ears, it wasn't painfully loud... just loud enough that the music is what suffered. I'm a Lauryn fan from back in the day... I haven't listened as much for a few years... but I can still sing along to almost every song in my car, which I play pretty loud... and this night I could recognize which song was playing sometimes 4, sometimes 7 seconds at a time... maybe once, sometimes three times a song. Other than that... a whole lot of semi-melodic, semi-muddy noise. A lot of bands make the same mistake... I just woulda thunk Lauryn would know better.
Because by far the largest problem in how everything sounded was almost everything was too loud... THAT problem dwarfed every other issue of what made things sound good or bad. So guess what?... that makes it hard to balance between the different elements of the music... should this be quieter, and should that be louder is really kind of pointless when everything is too loud. YET... Lauryn micromanaged this fairly intensely... or at least tried... but pretty ineffectively. It seems like her band was trying hard to play quieter or louder on her cues... but it didn't make it sound any better even when they followed her directions... still kathumpa-grga-boomba-whatsongisthisanyway? Just not good art.
About that micromanagement... the drummer, the bass player, one of the guitarists, and the off-stage mixer felt her wrath the most consistently, and the most... contemptuously, I guess would be the word. She made her displeasure with them quite clear... if what she expressed was directed toward a five-year-old, we would call it abusive. If my boss treated me that way, I would call it abusive. As a former musician, I'd say my passion about creating great art would wilt and wither fairly quickly in that environment.
Okay... there was another factor that didn't help... for art freaks... you know how great paintings, music whatever have just the right amount of "stuff"... not too much, and not too little... the whole catalog of Lauryn's music... the ALBUM version... is a perfect example of this... so I know Lauryn gets this concept way more than most... and obviously almost every artist falls a little short of the album version in a live show...... in this case... the guitar and bass and drum parts just didn't fit what Lauryn was singing... it just wasn't good music, together as a package. And as good and passionate as Lauryn is about FINDING that sweet spot... to paraphrase Michaelangelo... "to take away what is not the song"... it didn't happen that way. I'd guess this version of the band hasn't been together very long... or they've tried re-arranging the songs, and haven't found the sweet spot to take away what doesn't serve the song... or the bass and guitar player are just yanked around into playing exactly this way or exactly that way... or trying... reacting to Ms. Hill's harangues against their incompetence. It just didn't all fit together. And not because the bass player, guitar player, and drum player weren't good musicians... I could tell they were... and not because Lauryn can't sing... she was singing... it just didn't fit together very well. And did I mention it was too loud to understand anything?
For me... the drama of who was receiving Lauryn's hisses or grunts or glares of disapproval was what provided the most "art" for me... watching somebody who is obviously wound too tight play that out on a public stage. It was watching a movie or a play about Lauryn Hill done by an over-the-top director not too enamored by her m.o... live and in person.
Confession... I myself have been wound too tight at some junctures of my life... and watching that dynamic play out in a way that damaged "the art"... in a way that lessened the reason we were all there... was poignantly a little sad... for Lauryn... and for me.
And... probably three quarters of the problem was caused by everything being too loud... I'm guessing if Lauryn had been willing to let the volume be at a level that fit the equipment and the space... that the musicians could have made music much more to Lauryn's and the audience's liking without even being micromanaged. And the audience could have followed along knowing which song they were listening to a much larger percentage of the time. Maybe it even sounded great in all her practice sessions without everything cranked up too loud.
Okay... so... two thirds of the way through the show... Lauryn switched gears... majorly... she went reggae for maybe four songs... and I'm not sure if the volume was turned down across the board... but everything was MUCH tighter... and I'm guessing the guitar, bass, and drums were playing music that's been fine-tuned to sound good together over a longer period... or maybe they were playing closer to the album version... whatever the changes?... it sounded a hundred times better... even after the reggae, when she switched back to some of her music... it still sounded good... maybe Lauryn was just tired?... maybe somebody told her the concert to that point was muddy and not good art?... who knows? It was very definitely a "before and after" moment... every song before was no better than middling opening act quality... every song after that switch was worth the price of admission.
As a side note... Lauryn was somewhat emotional during the show... I say somewhat because it didn't distract, really... and given her current situation, I might even say it was "appropriate". She carried a handkerchief that matched her dress, and she used it probably every other song... sometimes three or four times a song to wipe away a tear.
And that was Lauryn Hill. Then I went home.