Kassia’s That’s What I Like post yesterday about her long-time love for Patti Smith struck me as a perfect impetuous for introducing a new column: “Medialoper Classic.” We’ve been writing about these things for quite some time, and occasionally, it makes sense to resurrect one.
This article was originally published on March 21, 1996.
I really had no idea what to expect when a hooded Patti Smith walked onstage at the Warfield in San Francisco last Monday (March 18, 1996) night. As she transfixed the audience with a bawdy poem related to her song “Land”, I wondered what, exactly, I was in for. I knew that in the wake of the deaths of her husband and brother, she had returned to live performances. I had read a few estatic reports in the past several months — in fact, that’s why I was there.
So I was curious to see if a rock ‘n’ roll icon I respected more than loved could offer me something new. As it turns out, what she offered me was rediscovery. Both hers and mine.