Two days and eighty-five miles separated the times I saw Eryn Allen Kane perform; New York and Philadelphia, respectively, which she admitted were only her second and third live shows. Her mother, who had driven up from DC this Thursday night would attest to this, though this writer, and everyone in attendance would never believe that. It just wouldn't be believable. The nearest non-music comparison I can use to compare the scary potential of the Detroit born singer is to explain Tim Duncan, the soon-to-be NBA Hall of Famer. It's said that he didn't start playing basketball until high school. He developed an unflashy, consistent beauty to his game that will be his legacy. Projecting forward, I'll one day reflect on these two performances I witnessed, her second and third, and know we'll have seen the birth of an all-star. The Philadelphia show was a modern set of burners, which Kane delivers with the wit and charm of a seasoned vet, while buoyed by a young vigor that makes blues fresh. The close of her show, naturally left the audience wanting more. She confided to me after that she didn't have an encore song prepared, so she relied on her go-to karaoke song, "Hit The Road, Jack". It's important to remember that this song, originally written by Percy Mayfield in 1960 became famous after being performed by Ray Charles. It has since been used in movie soundtracks, commercials retirement parties - it's part of the American landscape. So, there's almost an element of camp to choosing such a song at a karaoke event. It's instant fun. But, given to a prodigal talent like Ms. Kane, the well known song is transformed into a hard blues romp, Chicago-style, of course, and slack-jawed two people standing beside me. She said to me afterwards, "I said to the band, let's play it. They know the blues, and it's just blues."
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