Ingrid Michaelson

I first heard of Ingrid Michaelson sometime in February of last year (show was sold out at The Hotel Cafe so I didn't even get to hear her) since then I've been to almost every show she's had in Los Angeles (which for most artists it's a hard fight to get Angelinos out of their niche) - maybe borderline obsessive for me? still, whatever side of the law you stand on I enjoy Ingrid Michaelson's shows...the cute banter between Allie Moss (accompanist) and/or audience (however repetitive) makes the show even more enjoyable...but let's not steer away from the music. Ingrid Michaelson is a singer slash songwriter. No If's, And's or But's about that she knows her stuff. Her increased visibility into the mainstream and often sold out shows makes me want to say, "that was soo five days ago" but you can't cause her music keeps you wanting more...caveat: if you plan on attending one of her shows be prepared to participate there's no room for those who stand, stare and just listen...really there's no room...i'm rather a small height girl and I can't stand anywhere without getting a drink spilled upon or an elbow in the eye..seriously where do all these tall people come from and what did they eat/drink as a child? sometimes you wish that she would perform in a larger venue space but the intimate smaller venues is the only way to listen...the intrigue, danger, and romance of Ingrid excites even the most skeptical...

imagine this if you will (based on a true story): there's a place that exists that can only be best described in a Hunter S. Thompson novel which I have never read but only somehow it has been engraved into my memory... the novel describes of a place with which I expect all my visits to be and anything short of this is considered a disappointment. my character and bank account were often tested in which i partook in activities i normally wouldn't do...from casinos to buffet lines to games of chance to those chances of the "game" (i'm thinking of those moments of hubris in which "i'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her") just short of immoral and illegal I ended up in a hallway of excessiveness being bombarded by everything frightening except at this moment i was stopped by this faint sweet sound through an in-ceiling speaker well over 30 feet away which through this chaos can be not only relieving but imperative to my sanity...soon after "The Way I Am" finishes I came back to my senses and I regained hope that the fortune cookie that I received two days ago will come true: "You will live long and enjoy life."


beginning march 6th - april 12th Ingrid will be joining the rest of the amazing singer/songwriters of today on The Hotel Cafe Tour personally i'll be attending the april 12th show at the henry fonda theater (if only ticketmaster didn't bend me over and force the convenient charges on me I'd be really excited about going)

the following is an excerpt from a ichat conversation between a friend and I about attending our first Ingrid Michaelson show:

ME (4:26:00p.m.): so the first time i planned going to ingrid was at hotel cafe
erik and i got there
and there was a line outside the door
most were female...
so we waited almost an hour
STEVEN (4:26:15p.m.): cha ching
ME (4:27:00p.m.): and ingrid started to sing
so erik and i decided to go somewhere else
but from what i heard from the alleyway she sounded pretty good
so i vowed i'd go to one of her shows
do you think there will be some single "sensitive" guys for me?
there has to be, right?
STEVEN (4:27:15p.m.): well i am going, so there must be others
STEVEN (4:31:00p.m.): wow no snide comments
ME (4:32:00p.m.): sorry