Lana Del Rey >> graced Phoenix with her long awaited return Thursday night and serenaded the desert with somber yet beautiful vintage lullabies, song after song. Lana hypnotized us all as an angel with witchcraft vocals performing an hour of her greatest tunes in front of a black & white, Twilight Zone-esque choppy live feed of her on center stage, sad and seemingly about to die. It was so refreshingly different, especially following an awesomely raunchy 90's set from Courtney Love who opened the bill that night.
Lana doesn't dance and she didn't bust out her guitar at all under the desert sky so how the hell did such a 'Sad Girl' just fucking standing there for an hour entrance us all so much? Her voice and lyrics are so memorizing and I among all just didn't want it all to ever end. I never thought a solo mission to listen to such sadness on a school night 30 fucking miles yonder on I-10 toward the 'West Coast' would have been so enjoyable but it was. It just was and I can't wait to experience it all over again.
If you get a chance to get hypnotized by this mega-talented and sexy 'Brooklyn Baby' for an evening just do yourself a favor and get after it at whatever cost. It was the best $90 I have ever spent this year.
Setlist: Cruel World * Cola * Blue Jeans * West Coast * Us Against The World * Born To Die * Ultraviolence * Summertime Sadness * Chelsea Hotel No. 2 * Brooklyn Baby * Shades Of Cool * Serial Killer * Video Games * Off To The Races
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