I wasn't familiar with her and an old mando picker I know had told me to make sure I didn't miss her set.
When she walked on with just a bass player and one guy with a handheld drum I was in the middle of the field sitting in a chair and actually had my back turned to the stage, watching a great sunset and sharing a hog leg with some friends. Within minutes of her opening her mouth I had left the chair and maneuvered to around 5th row center and then spent the next 45 minutes wondering if she would give me my soul back when she was done with it.
Almost brought tears to my eyes with one of the most genuine displays of individual power I've ever witnessed.