Wanda Jackson

The recent news that country/rockabilly icon Wanda Jackson was going to be working with Jack White on her next album brought a quick “Woo-hoo!” (which was quickly followed by a more Wanda-appropriate “hot dog!”) to many quarters. The album that White made with country icon Loretta Lynn, Van Lear Rose, was excellent, mainly because of Lynn’s still-formidable songwriting skills and the fact that she needed little, if any, reminders of how awesome she was and still is. Jackson is, unbelievably, an even more confident performer than the coal miner’s daughter, having grown from “just a country singer” that Elvis Presley happened to go ga-ga for into a “Fujiyama Mama”-belting powerhouse in the blink of a mid-‘50s eye. That swagger has carried the singer through the past few decades, and even though the First Lady of Rockabilly is old enough to be your grandma, odds are your grandma doesn’t put on concerts half as invigorating and life-affirming as this 72-year-old does to this day. With Marshall Scott Warner, Petunia & the Vipers. JASON FERGUSON

Fri., Nov. 27, 9 p.m., 2009

 
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