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:-D.............wow. So: Ani. Utah. Noe. Anarchist cheerleaders. Aging hippies, tye-dye clothed babies. Homos, heteros, trannies. One thousand gorgeous souls that came out to be inspired/enlightened/gotten off by a little ol' folk singer and her six strings that sing a board that hums against her hip bone (or to listen to a rather big old codger talk about train hopping and coal mine strikes and make really funny jokes about "I can't believe it's not Jesus"). A folk singer that was only raised 2 feet above the audience (as opposed to the five feet up and five feet back situation ala the Berkeley Greek Theatre, which was home to my last Ani adventure) and that, instead of encompassing the all too common "unreachable goddess with whom I wish to bear children and for whom I wish to clap louder than anyone in the history of the earth has been able to simply so she'll know she is loved" aura (again, a characteristic of the Berkeley performance), gave the audience the feeling that she was one of us; that we were just sittin' back chatting about how she was doing and how the world was doing and different philosophies on how to cure the latter (as the former was entirely intact) and that we didn't need to assure her of our support and endearment by volume, because she just knew. At one point, after someone commented on how she looked glowing and happy, she thanked the audience because we had all been there for her "during those murky times". This was countered by a girl about five seats away from me saying "You were there for us." That pretty much summed up the entire night.