MAZZY STAR @ THE WILTERN
The idea of seeing Mazzy Star and The Entrance band at The Wiltern illuminated me with teenage angst. Blaring Entrance’s “You’re So Fine” and “Grim Reaper Blues,” from the band’s self-titled first record The Entrance Band (Ecstatic Peace), clad in beanie and army jacket as an homage to Mazzy Star, I was reliving some sort of “Reality Bites” moment. I pull into a $15 parking garage and realize I only have $8. The attendant is not sympathetic and sends me away to find an ATM. My “Reality Bites” moment becomes apparent when I realize I have missed The Entrance Band and it puts a damper on my night as I bitterly plough into the crowded theater in time to watch none other than Mazzy “She Hangs Brightly” Star.
Mazzy has not aged a day and her vocals are still those echoed coos of an elven creature hidden in the mountains of Iceland, trapped in some cave, crooning to shadows only the scarcity of light can create. Her voice echoes with such precision and clarity, it’s baffling to comprehend this is a live show. She doesn’t play guitar, but whatever divine spirit she is channeling wails through her harmonica, while her band accompanies, their shadows silhouetted against the stage’s backdrop like oversized apparitions glaring down on the audience. Opening with “Look On Down,” and playing all of the “Fade Into You” era hits, the audience is like one gigantic sea, every body like a molecule connected side by side, Mazzy’s lunar presence determining the push and pull of emotions, like the moon governs tide. My eyes were sewn shut during “Into Dust,” and I awoke to falling into the arms of a stranger! My balance was so affected I was surprised it didn’t create a domino affect. It happened all night around me as bodies were affected by the music, closed eyes, and then the slight topple into the nearest person. “So That Tonight I Might See” closed the evening and, mesmerized, everyone silently piled out into the lobby.