\'Concluding the evening was a young lady in a canary dress and fringed calf skin boots, who brought the house down. Grace Potter and the Nocturnals play the kind of blues that gets right down, past your bones, to your marrow and makes it quiver with delight. I have not seen a small blond woman belt out the blues like that since Dusty Springfield. Honestly! Jenny Lewis would kill to sing with that sort of power and authenticity. Grace Potter gave everything that she possessed into that performance. The only thing that competed with her gorgeous voice was the lead guitarist, who looked like he had been possessed with the spirit of Jimi Hendrix (both musically and aesthetically). And they’re from Vermont! Blues from Vermont! It’s incredible. The next time this woman comes to town, I am putting on my best my-man-done-me-wrong dress and howling the blues with the rest of ‘em.\'