Cornelia Murr — Gold Diggers — 3.8.2025

It was a cold Saturday night in Los Angeles, atypical for March in Southern California. Overhead in the dark, smoggy sky, the ghetto bird (police helicopter) was circling the sky like a vulture, searching for some anonymous suspect—typical of Los Angeles. Still, those inside the quaint little Gold Diggers venue could care less about the outside world. The sold-out show was hot, packed, and cramped, with just a crack of space between the bar and the stage. Of course, mostly everyone was near the stage, waiting for singer-songwriter Cornelia Murr to appear. In a corner, her keyboardist was drinking raw milk, reading lyrics sheets in a bubble of her own little world. Everyone else was too busy looking at the stage, talking, or sipping their drinks to notice.

Once on the stage, Murr poured on the charm, singing, whistling, and playing melodies with ease. My favorite was when Murr would explain the song before she began playing them, as I like a good analysis and backstory—although she kept apologizing for it and said she would stop. Still, she had the full attention of the audience, so much so that even she noted how engrossed the audience was with her performance.

Her latest record, Run to the Center, is out now. (For those who like Christine McVie-styled Fleetwood Mac songs, Weyes Blood, and Kim Carnes)