The Hamilton, as a venue, pairs the gorgeous banker-style dark wood, upscale allure of old-timey bars with the cool downstairs lounge adult-listening-room-style performance space.
Alice Smith, with a full band (guitar, bass, drums), glides on stage in tight black, lace-racing-striped pants, ruffly top and heels—fashioned like a trim, sexy, European. She launches directly into “Won’t Break,” warming up, breaking it down, provides the appropriate amount of banter, and with a full-smile, gives “thank-yous” to her home town.
She is charming as fuck.
As I sat there last Thursday, tallying my Alice Smith performance experiences, bringing this to—I am happily losing count—eight or nine, I realized that my excitement is unwaning despite her lack of record releases. In Alice Smith Revisited I gushed, and for those of you who have not been witness to her live performances, you will have more opportunities, as she’s promised an album, titled She, February 2013, fueled exclusively by money raised at Kickstarter. Her current tease is a single titled “Cabaret.”