She gave the best performance I ever attended. It was back in the late ‘80s and she had just released a comeback album, Strange Weather, after being literally on the street and addicted for the prior decade. It was at a small club in Washington D.C. on a weeknight, and almost no one was there. She sat on a high stool under a single un-shaded blue light bulb maybe ten feet away and sang for two hours straight, accompanied only by a bongo player. She poured our her undiluted painful emotion in every song. I was entranced the whole time, transfixed and transported to another timeless place. It was the highest form of art.
Nice story. I can only imagine what that must have been like. She must have had an incredible presence.