Samita Sinha brought her vocal music to Chicago, and we went to hear it.
While we were waiting for the theater doors to open, CVH asked me if this was the sort of concert that I would take dates to.
“Not twice,” I replied. “I found that it only took one Philip Glass show to snuff out any budding interest.”
It was a recital in an intimate setting; so intimate that the artists invited audience members to lie on the stage floor for the best experience. My bones are too old for that, though. The duets were operatically powerful. Sinha has a voice like Natalie Merchant. The music was what one could call minimalist – no words, just chants of a South Asian influence.
After the show, CVH said “I really enjoyed it. I’d go on a second date with you after that.”
