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Saturday, September 29, 2007
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Photo | Tami Fertig

Hey remember that time we decided to kiss anywhere except the mouth?

Everywhere you look, teenage girls. They’re screaming, they’re excited, they clearly idolize Regina Spektor. It’s a teeny bit baffling, all these kiddies singing along, doing their best and boldest Regina impressions, but can you blame ’em? Girl rocks the piano hard tonight, and on top of that, she looks dazzling, complete with dreamy, flow-y black dress and this cute little giggle whenever she messes up (yeah, she messes up a few times, but nobody minds). Take the time she effs up her guitar string during the part of “Bobbing for Apples” that goes, “Someone next door is fucking to one of my songs,” and rather than stopping the song short, she just repeats that one line five or six times. Awesome. Other highlights: a slowed-down, stripped-down, oh-so-pretty version of Better; simultaneous piano-playing and drumstick-on-piano-bench-playing during Soviet Kitsch’s “Poor Little Rich Boy”; opening band Only Son (aka Jack Dishel) doing human beatbox next to Regina for the encore’s “Hotel Song.” All the big hitters — “Fidelity,” Samson,” “That Time” — sound excellent, but it’s the little things, like those strange, satisfying tongue clicks and throaty noises and whimsical flourishes she makes, that remind everybody why they fell in love with Regina in the first place.

 
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