Lee is tall, camp and funny. I mean, if you're into dried fish heads and icky, gooey things that look like eyeballs, then I guess it's good,' says Lee. Backstage in Osaka, Jewel tucks into a big box of fried chicken. From where I'm sitting, the gig seems fine. As with most Japanese concerts, the fans are completely silent during the songs, and then applaud wildly when each one is over.
Jewel starts out quiet and intense, and becomes looser and rockier as the night wears on.
Her voice is wonderful - clear and emotive, with a depth not even hinted at on her debut album. Despite reviews to the contrary, however, she doesn't really dance and looks ill at ease without a guitar in her hands. She does not yodel at the end. Right from the start, I could tell there was a bad vibe. Plus I was tired.