There are few artists out there that thrive in intimate settings. There are those with voices strong enough to bounce off heads rather than ricocheting off acoustic walls and there are those with performances as simple as themselves and their instrument. Either of those talents would be more than enough to fill a venue, but both would better describe the performance of Ruby Rose Fox.
With a heavy voice and mastery of her piano, she grabs everyone’s attention with the first note. Not many artists can do that. More to that fact, not many artists perform routinely on Valentine’s Day. Rather than hiding out or celebrating the holiday as many artists and persons do, Fox initiates the celebration of individuals and failed relationships. There is no regret, remorse, or redemption in her music. There is value. Rather than blaming our significant others, our situations, or anything and everything we can to alleviate the blame from our shoulders and wilted hearts, Fox turns the reality of our situations into musical metaphors. And how many artists can actually do that? Very few, even less when you consider how Fox weaves in references to Ronald Reagan and Beowulf into her music.
Fox’s performances could be depicted like a cathartic lull or a content bellow, whichever one best describes the wave of satisfaction that follows closely behind her voice.
Boston-native and avid worker, Fox, ended 2019 with performances with Leonard Cohen and just finished her Valentine’s Day shows this past Sunday, February 16th. If you failed to see her this time around, we all know she’ll be back soon, whether with a new tour or new music, I am patiently and excitedly waiting for the return of Ruby Rose Fox once again.