The Grace Potter that we had the second to last time she and the band stopped by was certainly a good deal of the whole package that is the fiery Vermont resident. It just wasn’t the fiery part. It was the part of Potter that likely puts her in the place to get as lively and as sexy as she’s known to get when she performs. It’s the part of her that makes up most of the woman that one doesn’t see when she’s at “the office,” wearing her impossibly short skirts, throwing herself around like a tornado and singing her brains and her heart out, as men and other women alike, make lascivious eyes at her.
Oh, the men see the skin and all that leg and it drives them bananas, but they appreciate it all, when she gets going. It’s probably a little bit of the same with the ladies in attendance, but then there’s a jealousy thing happening, when they look over at their red-faced and flustered men, needing to elbow them in the ribs to reel them back to reality.