There I was, sitting at Gamekeepers in
            Aurora, Illinois, with some big, tall guy in my line of sight to the
            stage, and sitting next to me were two lesbians. Not that there is
            anything wrong with that, the lesbians that is, not the guy - he
            really pissed me off, it was just my first experience in a bar
            sitting next to lesbians. They seemed happy, and that guy finally
            moved, so I was kinda happy too.
            Why? Well, there, that night, was my new favorite singer - Cathy
            Richardson. It usually kinda goes like this - hear a song on the
            radio, kinda like it, go buy the CD, and then fall in love with a
            band. It happened to me with KMFDM, with the first time I heard
            Hootie and the Blowfish (I'm proud to say it, unlike most people who
            think it's wrong to admit it even though somebody must - they sold
            enough CD's - but, I'm sorry, I digress - back to Cathy), and now,
            with buying both of Cathy Richardson's CD, "Moon, Not
            Banana" and her latest, "Fools on a Tandem," and then
            seeing her live, I have a new favorite and her name is Cathy
            Richardson.
            
"Who the hell is Cathy Richardson" is what I can hear
            you saying?" Well, she's kinda local to Chicago, but with a
            package like hers all rolled into one, I dare say she should really
            be known by more. With a solid collection of songs, a blues, soul,
            folk, rock, and just about everything else rolled into one
            influence, and a stage presence that keeps even those who don't know
            her songs listening and dancing, Cathy Richardson seems to have it
            all - all except that national recognition.
            
Enough about her, what about the show? Well, let me tell you.
            First off, she really needs to be wireless with one of those headset
            contraptions that Garth Brooks wears. It's a shame to let that
            little bundle of energy be stuck behind a microphone in the middle
            of a stage. Let her run, be free, and frolic with the crowd that
            loves her. "Alright," you're saying, "she's a bundle
            of energy, but what about the music?" Ah, that's the best part.
            
The show was mostly originals, with a few covers thrown in for
            good measure. There were times when I wanted to cry, the sensitive
            new-age guy that I am, like during the song "Over the
            Miles," an original, and there were times I wanted to jump up
            and yell "Hallelujah," like during a great rendition of
            "Me and Bobby MgGee." She and the band were kickin' ass
            and takin' names, mixing the original with a kinda "Aiko, Aiko"
            feel. Starting slow, kickin' it in, until I thought she was a big
            black woman belting out gospels in a church choir. Her voice was
            powerful, and that's an understatement.
            
And the first set wasn't over yet (alright, "Over the Miles
            was in the second, but it fit in with the writing - work with me
            please!) A medley came of the "I Wouldn't Dance for
            Another" song, "R.E.S.P.E.C.T.," a big ol' band jam,
            back into the dance song, and finally a cute little ditty called
            "Drink, Drink, Drink." I liked it, and I did!
            
Now, being the professional reviewer I am, I have to control
            myself at concerts, and can't yell out things like "Nice
            shades, Cath" as she walked on stage for the second set. But
            the shades and the band brought with them a great blues rendition of
            the Spiderman theme. Along with Spidey, this hour set brought with
            it some more cool originals, a great rendition of The Pretenders
            classic, "Middle of the Road" with Cathy wailing on the
            blues harp, a great cover of Stevie Ray Vaughn's "Pride and
            Joy" sung by the guitar dude, and just a barrel of fun for all.
            
But, then, to my dismay, the band was finished. Now, I always
            thought it was normal to let the crown cheer a little bit, give some
            applause, maybe entice an encore. No, not for this DJ at
            Gamekeepers. It seemed the minute the last song ended, he kicked in
            some dance music and wouldn't let the band get the applause they
            deserved.
            
I've read comparisons of Cathy Richardson with Melissa Etheridge.
            Other than the fact that she is female and plays guitar, I fail to
            see the comparison. I see her more this way. Take Mary Chapin
            Carpenter, have her play more rock-type songs, and you've almost got
            Cathy Richardson. Cathy takes pop-rock to a new level by adding a
            blues edge, sometimes folksy lyrics, and a lot of soul to music that
            can usually be the same old stuff. Her's isn't.
            
Oh well, if you couldn't guess, I loved the show. Cathy
            Richardson has the musical talent to take her far, but like a lot of
            bands like that, someone important just needs to find her. Cathy
            Richardson and her band get TWO HUGE THUMBS UP!!! Hell, I liked the
            show so much, she even gets TWO BIG TOES and ANYTHING ELSE THAT POPS
            UP!!! And, paraphrasing a line from "Drink, Drink, Drink,"
            if Cathy ever wants to wake up naked in an unknown location with an
            ugly person she doesn't know, all except the ugly part, my address
            is.......