The teaches of Peaches

I saw Peaches last night at the House of Blues, and wrote about it for the Houston Press. Mind = blown.

“I know you think of me as dirty, hairy. But I can be sentimental too,” she said. The layers were off. From there, the show built back up into the glam-metal, heavy-rap and in-your-face lyrics she’s always been known for. But for a moment, the crowd got the see the soft side of her.

I wouldn’t have called myself a fan of Peaches before last night. I’m familiar with her work, and, as I would have said previously, her shtick. But I’m convinced now it’s no shtick at all. She’s the real fuckin’ deal, one hundred percent energy, and it’s been a long time since I’ve been to a show that made me feel like creativity, imagination, artistic fearlessness and willing vulnerability are still valuable assets in this world.