Over the Rhine

We spent this last weekend with Jt’s brother Jeremy and his wife Christie.  This was the second year they drove up from their little town in North Carolina to go with us to the Over the Rhine homecoming Christmas show at the Taft Theater in downtown Cincinnati.  It’s a tradition that I hope continues for many years.  It’s nice to see the show with another couple who loves Over the Rhine like we do but I cherish as much the spaces between, mostly spent laughing until our sides ache.
There is a review and some great pictures from the show at Cincinnati.com but I’m going to talk about it here as well.

Lucy Wainwright Roche opened again this year and this is the third time I’ve seen her open for Over the Rhine.  She is a GEM.  I know it’s not how things are typically done but I kind of hope they will bring her back every year for this show.  She’s so talented and funny but just listening to her music will never give you what you get when you see her live.  She is absolutely charming in her storytelling and interactions with the crowd.

Over the Rhine’s set was one of the steamiest I’ve ever seen them do.  Linford is lending his voice to the songs more often now than I recall him doing in the past.  Call me crazy but I think it adds a little spark, as though some of their own heat is rubbing off on the music.  If Karin had sung Fever, we would have seen a flux of babies named Karin and Linford born at the end of August this coming year.  These steamy songs included The King Knows How, Trouble, North Pole Man and my favorite new song, Sacred Ground.  I heard the song last year and again at the Washington Park concert but those performances paled in comparison.  They have clearly been tightening up these new songs for recording this year.  Sacred Ground is a mournful song about the destruction of the earth in coal country with these heartbreaking lyrics:

They stole the blood right out of this ground
They’d still kick a flower when it’s down

Help me trace the scars on mountains
The sun that sets in a bloody fountain

At the same time, this is an intensely sensual song that leaves you longing for another warm body to press against:

Love me like the breath you held too deep
Like the need you feel to lay still beneath
Leave me with teeth marks on my skin
Like some holy spirits tryin’ to get in

Take me home and lay me down
On the hungry earth
Love me… on the sacred ground

I think I’ll just leave you with this, Sacred Ground on the show, In Search of a Song with Jason Wilbur, the song starts at the 12:20 mark.


About Just Vegas

I'm a 30-something married SAHM which means the nightmare scenario that plagued my early 20's has become reality. Funny thing is, I kinda like it. I have 3 lovely daughters who are educated at home and at a part-time alternative school. I love animals and I love people (in the general sense, not everybody all the time). I have no income to speak of, I'm not crafty and I hate cooking. My skills include reading the internet, watching tv on the internet and conversing with people on the internet. I'm an armchair philosopher, spiritualist, agnostic, feminist, liberal, activist, political pundit and tv critic.
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13 Responses to Over the Rhine

  1. leftover says:

    Hoping for the happiest of Happy Holidays for you and your family, Vegas.
    Peace and Love, ☮
    (PSST! Susan has a picture of me and if you ask her she’ll send you one. Tell her I said it was OK. It’s kinda spooky lookin’…but …well…we knew that…right?)

  2. christie says:

    Love you! And heck yeah, I’m seeing us old and gray and draggin our tired old bones downtown with the best of them! ❤

  3. Piracetam says:

    The main thing that I love about an Over the Rhine show is that there is always a sense of warmth and family present. There’s never a disconnect between performer and fan. The whole show feels like a conversation, like we could be sitting in Karin and Linford’s Civil War-era house, their dogs curled up on the sofas, listening to them chat and sing, like we’re all old friends. They tell stories, both spoken and sung, and for just a little bit, you can wrap yourself up in Karin’s warm voice. You don’t have to forget your troubles, but maybe you can exorcise some demons along the way as she sings.

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