Between the Lines

Sara Bareilles played at an Epicurean Foundation event that I attended in Las Vegas in 2008.  It was a beautiful desert night at the Mandalay Bay beach pool with about 300 people luxuriating in the lush scenery, free-flowing champagne and the best cuisine that Las Vegas could flaunt to a crowd of mostly hospitality industry professionals.

Sara was perched at her grand piano on an elevated stage surrounded by tranquil, moonlit water.  Her voice was smooth as chocolate and her charm – just as delicious. After a few lyrics got my attention, I was curious where else her music would take me. And then only two songs later, I was glued to my seat by the earnest soulfulness.  Everything she sang reverberated in me. I got it.

Too bad most of the audience was busy stuffing their gobs with Kobe beef tartare or shaking the sand out of their Pradas.

I made a mental note to see Sara Bareilles again at a more intimate venue.  The opportunity hasn’t arrived yet, but I found this video and can see that she really does flourish with an audience that, unlike all things Las Vegas, cares who you are beneath the skin.

Enjoy…