LIVE REVIEW: Courtney Love @ Danforth Music Hall July 20, 2013
Regardless of what any of us think we know about the life and times of Courtney Love, it doesn’t change the fact that on Saturday evening at the Danforth Music Hall in Toronto, she rocked harder than any 49-year-old woman I’ve ever seen.
What do any of us really know about the celebrities we indulge in on a regular basis? Nothing. Why do we care? Because judging their indiscretions makes us feel better about ourselves. Why do we do it? Because we know that no one is going to reach through our computer screens, grab us by the shirt, and hold us accountable for our opinions. Everybody’s a hero when they have a place to hide.
The way I see it, you might very well be the highest-flying nutcase in the world, but as long as you show up and give it harder than anyone knows what to do with, who the hell are they to question what you do or how you do it?
Love plays the part and she plays it well. Yeah she’s a drug addict, chain-smokin’, rose-throwin’ piece of work, and sure she’s a shitty guitar player with a ton of emotional baggage that she wears very openly on her sleeve, but that’s rock and roll baby.
I’ve gotta hand it to the woman, she packed the venue and the last Hole album she put out, 2010’s Nobody’s Daughter, cost her $1.9 million dollars out of pocket to make, and it probably sold 4 copies.
The songs we’re heavy – straight outta the 90’s type of stuff – and her voice was absolutely savage. From the back of the room, I saw bodies hurtling toward the stage and fists punching through the thickness in the air like I haven’t seen at show in a decade.
With one leg propped up on a PA, and her Steven Tyler-esc Victorian era shirt tangled around the lengths of her arms, Love led the crowd with this beauty: “Thank you, it’s been a long time, now hang on mommy needs some nicotine.”