Maria Muldaur

Some singers see a past hit as an albatross; Maria Muldaur's albatross is a camel. Her 1973 “goofy song about a camel,” one of the unavoidable “big three” she sings every night, hit 90 minutes into a 50-year retrospective in song and story.

He didn’t elaborate about the details, which included the Greenwich Village-born Maria D’Amato’s role in the early-‘60s Village folk scene and as singer and fiddler in the significant Kweskin Jug Band.

"This is so cozy," said Maria Muldaur as she came onstage Saturday night to a packed house at Southside Bethlehem's Godfrey Daniels. It was the first time she had been there since four visits in the 1980s. This show was different.

But perhaps the most revealing turn was his decision to become, for a few nights in a few cities, frontman for one hell of a bar band.

She may’ve referred to herself as “an old broad” but, at 69, Maria Muldaur’s voice is still astounding and her vivacity remarkable. Backed by the highly accomplished Red Hot Bluesiana trio, the engaging, drily witty Muldaur sang several much-loved favourites, like the assertive, explicitly feminist I’m A Woma

On stage with him: an acoustic guitar; a glass of water; a container of baby powder; a stool on which he does not sit while he performs.