Nellie McKay, Part Deux…

For those of you who were curious what the ramifications were for Nellie McKay‘s on-stage breakdown on Tuesday night at The Troubadour, here’s a recap of what happened last night at Largo:

I just got back from the Largo show. Smaller venue, quiet-sit-down-dinner crowd, no smoke machine, no light show, the band was still with her but they were much tighter tonight and the mood of the whole show was much lighter.

Nellie prefaced the show to say that Sony has given her the full CD. I heard there were label people at the Troubadour and her outburst might have done the trick. But she was still pissed and a little worked up over the fact that she even had to “take it to the streets” as she said. “I got my 65 minute CD I should be happy” but she continued to rag on Sony, urging everyone to steal anything and everything they can from major corporations and said if she was computer savvy she would be stealing music online. …

In general a much more relaxed show with just a hint of lingering tension from the night before. She still had all the passion though. She ragged on LA a little, complained about art films and Woody Allen and other pretentious filmmakers, saying she preferred Disney to Fellini. She did a Woody Allen jazz tribute in LA a few months ago though so I wasn’t sure what to make of it other then maybe it’s a love/hate thing. …

That’s about the gist of it. I think tonight’s was a better show with a better venue and a better audience, but it’s hard to beat the Nellie-unleashed intensity of last night.

Long story short, Nellie got what she wanted.

More after the jump.

Meanwhile, I have to disagree with The LA Weekly‘s assessment (link via Large Hearted Boy) that Mike Elizondo’s version of Fiona Apple‘s Extraordinary Machine was better than the Internet-leaked Jon Brion version:

Brion’s movie-soundtrack sensibilities and love of arcane instrumentation rendered Extraordinary Machine’s already semi-oblique utterances, loaded with archaic language and increasingly cloudy metaphors, a claustrophobic, overorchestrated in-joke.