A music stand stood directly in front of singer Shelby Lynne Wednesday night at the Dakota nightclub in downtown Minneapolis.
“Something tells me them pages [of lyrics] fell down and got out of order,” she said playfully because she had to ask her guitarist which song was next.
“I hadn’t done a show since 1956,” Lynne, 55, joked.
Indeed, it had been a while since her last gig. Moreover, she was doing a show focusing on her 2008 album, “Just a Little Lovin’,” a tribute to the great 1960s British pop singer Dusty Springfield, at the request of the Dakota. And she was playing with three new sidemen, save for the bassist with whom she’d worked back in 1995.
While Lynne was light-hearted between songs, she was downhearted in her music. The Springfield catalog was perfect for Lynne, who blended the sad and the sultry in a torchy minimalism.
Accompanied by a moody guitarist, a brushes-playing drummer and an understated bassist, Lynne wallowed in perpetual loneliness and longing. There was a deep ache in her voice, a seething intensity as she clenched her fist or clutched her chest or gripped the microphone stand — her eyes closed while she was pouring her heart out.
She didn’t mimic Springfield’s phrasing or borrow her tempos. Lynne made these painful pleas her own.
“Don’t… ever…go,” she seduced on the final lines of “The Look of Love,” pausing between words. Then in a deep, slow croon, she declared, “I love you so.”