Lane, Lady, Lane
A few months ago, we met a girl named Reni Lane.
She was beautiful, sure, and smart – a Columbia girl studying writing and religions – but there was something else. Some people might call it an “old soul” but we felt like it was fresher – she’d say things and they meant more, she’d write things and they’d clarify. Reni told us she wrote songs and we thought, “huh,” and then we fell in love with them in her dorm room – she’d built a stage where her bed should be, and sang them to whomever came to visit, to study, to borrow umbrellas.
Well, some things happened since then, and Reni got some pretty big invitations to play at some pretty big places.
Last night, the almost-grown-up (she’s 20) played songs with a violin, a cello, and a piano at Sullivan Hall in Greenwich Village. She sounded pretty gorgeous, but we also dug her outfit – a tights-are-not-pants ensemble of giant Marc heels, black shiny leggings, and a long and clingy shirt obviously stolen from ABBA’s last tour.
Check her out before everyone else swears they discovered her, and listen to her stuff on MySpace!
Reni’s Marc Jacobs heels…
With the Cello…
Like Mozart, with Manic Panic…
Have you noticed she’s wearing a shiny shirt?
Well, she’s wearing a shiny shirt.
April 12th, 2008 at 12:55 pm
Reni Lane is amazing! Thanks for this.
July 20th, 2010 at 6:23 am
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