Dana Fuchs – Beautiful Screamer
Dana Fuchs is a rock warrior goddess.
She’s been described as sultry and incendiary.
She howls, she moans, she whispers. She kicks her legs like she could kick your
ass and whips her hair around like it could power turbines. She can sing as
subtle and sweet as a songbird and she can roar like a lion. Her entire being
becomes her instrument on stage. Make your way to see her in person any way you
can. Not only will you ache from shaking your ass all night, but your life will
be touched and you will be better for it.
Yes, yes, she’s all kinds of beautiful, as is
befitting a goddess. Nearly a decade ago, millions fell in love with her as
Sexy Sadie in the Beatles lyrics-inspired film, Across the Universe. Cascading
corkscrew curls frame a brilliant smile and eyes so intense Cleopatra would
covet them. But that is just the door to the palace.
She looks like an angel, sings like the devil
and swears like a trucker. Just that combination is enough to wreck you. But
she’s also genuine and human and deep. Damn is she deep.
Inevitable comparisons are made to Janis
Joplin, in part because Fuchs played her quite well on stage near the beginning
of her career. And upon hearing for the first time that rocky-roughness in her
voice, you may recall the summer of love. She definitely has that kind of
charisma. She definitely has that smoky sadness simmering near the surface. She
also wears her heart on her sleeve, and makes no secret about the pain and loss
she’s experienced. In fact, she shares it on stage and off. She writes
incredibly impactful songs about battles won and lost, friends and family gone
too soon, and love lost just before it was realized.
Last year she lost yet another member of her
family, a brother to whom she was very close. When she took the stage it had
been only a few weeks and the wound was still fresh. She talked to the audience
like a trusted friend and then had them in tears with the music that followed.
But like the blues that run through her genre-defying tunes, she explored the
sadness and then lifted you from it.
Unlike those giants felled by the weight of
their own pain, she has not allowed tragedy to define her. Instead, it seems,
she sits with it, searches it for secrets, and hones it into something she can
use, slicing through silence and reaching into the guts of the matter at hand.
Minutes later she’s contorted into this
impossible back-bend, beautifully screaming Helter Skelter. Then she’s rocking
to a sizzling Led Zeppelin cover, her voice growling and hissing, fists in
fighting stance, mic stand askew, hip huggers pushed to their limits. Dana
Fuchs is next generation queen to Robert Plant’s king.
What’s more is that despite her success and
rock-star status, you never feel at arm’s length. She is often there after a
show, to shake your hand and look you in the eye and see you, as you’ve seen
her, acknowledging that everyone has crap to overcome and if you’re here,
you’ve done that.
Her power is inextricably linked to her
vulnerability. And somehow, in opening herself, she opens hearts all around
her. You may leave the show both devastated and elated. Her voice and her
lyrics will take perfect aim and she will pierce your armor. Prepare to