Julie Feeney Wows NY!

How It’s New York: Julie is performing at Irish Arts Center, and her brand of fusion and performance has a definite New York vibe to it.  We love to see her when she’s in town!

How It’s Irish: Julie is, of course. She’s from County Galway.

Mike Farragher is bowled over by singer and artist Julie Feeney!

We reviewed Julie’s last album and concert on the blog last year: check that out here, and listen to her on this podcast!

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She glided on the stage wearing a short black dress, her hair in a beehive that was contained in a sequined net. She almost looked like a human microphone, which was fitting because she powerfully projected her catchy stories and her clever classically informed pop compositions. She acted out each song, flirting her way through the aisles the moment the lights dimmed. 

Myth grows bigger than the truth
tragedies or dreams
it sticks if it’s mud, it pools if it’s good
then myth lasts longer than the truth,

 …she whispered at various points around the theater on “Myth,” the show’s opener. 

Her voice calls to mind Billie Holliday, an instrument in and of itself that blends seamlessly with the small orchestra that shared the stage. 

David Baranowski (keyboard, vocals), Joseph Brent (guitar, mandolin), Elizabeth Cary (violin, viola), Mike Kuennen (double bass, electric bass), Jennifer Marshall (vocals, recorder, glockenspiel),  Laura Metcalf (cello, vocals),  and Terry Szor (trumpet) brought to life the symphonic delicacies from Pages and 13 Songs, her two full length albums and delivered sounds that colored the stage with poignancy or flights of whimsy as per the song’s requests.

Feeney’s not the kind of performer that hides behind the lush orchestration and theatrical gimmickry. Armed with nothing more than hand claps and a French horn, she takes front and center and captivates the audience with the storyline that runs through “One More Tune.” 

He’s living in a world that’s left him behind/she used to be taller he used to be kind
she’s plagued with images from the dark side of her mind/unsavory days,unsavory night
but she still waits to hear one more tune
she thinks she’s happy
you think you’re right…. 

Kudos to Metcalf and Marshall for providing wobbly, off kilter harmonies that put the song into another orbit. 

She was a quiet but powerful cyclone of emotions throughout the night, her facial expressions and bright green eyes conjuring up zaniness, vulnerability, and a knowing wink to top it all off! It’s hard to avert your gaze in the presence of such uncommon beauty and divine charm.

The indignant look as you catch the eye

of the onlooker caught in a gaze at thine

as you’re innocently flaunting your beauty, ‘Ah!’

you’ve no idea how beautiful you are,
she sings on “Impossibly Beautiful,” a show highlight from Pages.  

She could have just have easily written that about a lover….or perhaps it captures the experience of being in her presence during this magical evening?