It wasn't so long ago that Chan Marshall couldn't sit through an entire performance without getting emotionally torn and frayed. The stage fright, performance miscues and general calamities were all well documented. Then came the period of toxins and depression. Then the comeback with the new haircut and renewed confidence (read: sex appeal). In her growth from meek ingenue to bombshell diva, she finally became her namesake, but I can't help but feel some folk heroism was lost along the way. On Wednesday night, she commanded Terminal 5, but she never once strapped on a guitar. When Karl Lagerfeld befriended Marshall last year and made all his Chanel models look like her, that was kinda weird, no? Marshall fully embraced it though, even going as far as a 'CHANel' reference. It was full-on Cinderella at the ball. She looked like she was having a blast hanging with the fashion elite, but you could tell she knew that world wasn't for her. As the show died down on Wednesday night, Chan took her time leaving the stage, ripping the set-lists off the floor and handing them to fans in the front row. Clutching an armful of flowers, she beamed like a mighty Aphrodite. FULL REVIEW
