Saw Patti Smith at The Orpheum Theater tonight,
on tour for her new book M Train.
Her persona on stage, talking with Jonathan Lethem and answering questions from the audience,
was less refined
than the character that emerged from the pages of her poetic memoir, Just Kids.
Her working class, Jersey girl roots were evident as she told random, humorous anecdotes.
And then she surprised the crowd by singing four songs.
I was never a fan of her music, her writing is what compels me,
but I immediately understood her as the iconic performer she is.
The next time someone asks me who I'd invite to my fantasy dinner party,
she's getting a seat at the table.