Kai O’Neill, the multi-ethnic, practically Albino “Snow Goddess,” hails from a country that’s never seen snow. Yet her white skin and sparkly attire are a constant reminder of the substance. It was an unwelcome one Thursday at the Bullfinch, where Kai-O got heckled merely for being herself.
“Cold! Cold!,” yelled a sozzled soul. “Cold!” We interviewed him awkwardly later, and discerned that he was tired of shoveling his mother’s driveway, had come out to enjoy a few drinks too many, only to be subjected to a vocalist dressed up like an icicle. The music scene is plenty used to complaints about style over substance, but we felt sorry for Ms. O and sought to soothe her frozen ruffled feathers.
“Never mind,” quoth an unfazed Kai, with punny aplomb.
“It’s cool.”
Tonight: What I Saw in America at the Bullfinch, with a slide show… End of the Roman Road and Superstitions of the Sceptic, mystic cryptic dark metal at D’ollaire’s…