The concert was grand. Leah Andreone opened, having just signed a recording contract with RCA. She has a striking range and quality, a little reminiscent of Tori and Heather Nova. She told me afterwards her favorite musisians were Billy Holiday and Elvis Costello. The second group, Building 14 (named for the County Coroner's worksite), was a rather obnoxious band who seemed to parody the worst qualities of rock musicians, including all the meaningless prancing, posturing, and retinue of hangers-on that accompanied them. During Leah's performance they were talking loudly in the audience, and I went over to ask them to quiet down. Their music was also very loud and synthetic, and I was delighted to put on my earplugs in full sight of them; my friend did the same. Finally it was Jill's turn. She opened with a number she said would make her feel more comfortable, "Don't Fuck With Me." The crowd loved it. She then sang a children's song she had written for a friend's daughter about a little man in a boat; she explained that it was really about the clitoris. Another song was called "Karen By Night", about her boss at a Madison Avenue shoe store -- she used to take the "F" train in from Brooklyn to go to work. Of course she did the "homo" song, "I Kissed A Girl", and a couple of cuts from her first album "Things Here are Different". Her lyrics ran the gamut from the sublime (two lovers killed on a bridge in Sarajevo), to the profane (relationships in meltdown). She sang for well over an hour, and to our amazement, when she finished her encore she came off the stage, walked over to our table, and thanked us for coming to see her. Seeing my cassette deck still blinking away, she said, "Oh how neat, a little tape recorder!". I gave her a small bottle of Drambuie, and told her she was terrific. "I think I'll take this back to my hotel room", she said smiling. I almost wished she would take me along as well.