Concert Review: Maude Latour Is A Powerpuff Dream
People are OBSESSED with Maude Latour. I, often, describe obsession as this “strange” version of love where someone beyond us seems definitive to our very being. People don’t simply like Maude Latour, they think she is them and they are her. At Bowery, that kind of dynamic felt foundational.
There is something both earthy and fantastical to Maude. She is like the living embodiment of those classic, fairy tales that start with someone living their “regular” life only to get trapped in the book they were reading where they have to save Middle Earth, marry to an Elf Prince, and get back to their regular world, in time, to not be fired by their boss for being late again. In essence, her songs talk about the “beautiful trap” most of us live in where, like her, our “head life” or fantasies are WAY COOLER than the realities that always check us. Something about her demeanor, her interactions, and how she moved across the stage made people feel like, reality is what should be getting checked.
With pigtails and a shimmery top, she looked like a unique, “baby doll” version of our everyday life: the combination of our inner child and sincere attempts to “adult.” For some reason, I kept on thinking of the time some guy ordered a kids’ menu with wine, and when questioned by his friend he said, “What, I ordered the wine!” I know I am hammering a point, but I feel like a “true star” is born when they can so specifically embody a frequency most of us run on, especially one as nuanced as feeling like the biggest kid to never want to fully “grow-up. As she swooned and swirled through tracks such as, “Lola “ and “Headphones “, like ice cream, life felt more happily edible. She truly made her crowd feel like a sundae after a hard week, and considering she was performing in the beginning of the week made it feel all the more special.
