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...Raitt spends less time getting ready to go onstage than most women do before walking the dog on a weekend morning. She does her own makeup, which means she throws on some eyeliner, mascara and blush--unless she has mislaid it, as she did in Columbus; then she just runs a brush through her hair. "I'm coming from a tomboy type of position," she says. She changes into black pants that fit tight over her skinny legs and one of the 12 chiffon shirts she had tailored in emerald, salmon and aqua hues. Has she had her colors done...
...Raitt has never been what you would call inhibited, but these days she's feeling positively frisky, to use her word. She's not a pop star anymore, as she was in the early 1990s, after her breakthrough album Nick of Time sold 5 million copies and earned her three of her nine Grammys. But she has just released the eclectic and rollicking new album, Silver Lining, her 16th, and is out on the road, where she loves to be even after 30 years of touring. At 52, she's fit and proudly sober, having quit a drinking habit...
...that Raitt has much opportunity for courtship in her current schedule. On tour, her days begin with a morning walk or bike ride in whatever town she's performing in--her trusty Bianchi hybrid bicycle travels with her. At a recent stop in Columbus, Ohio, she saw the butterfly exhibit at Franklin Park. "I'm seeing all these cities I slept through in my 20s," she says...
...backstage, a meal prepared with organic ingredients when available. She introduces herself to the caterer, to the caterer's assistant, to the guy who comes to clear the trash. "Hi, I'm Bonnie," she says, extending a hand. Tonight the entree is cod. It's an O.K. dish, but Raitt's ecstatic. "Try the cod," she tells the drummer, the bass player, everyone. "You gotta have the cod. This is the fish of the tour." The caterer beams...
...local friend calls on the cell phone, and Raitt starts negotiating the return of three socks--green, plum and black--that she left at his house, where she did her laundry the day before. Why did she do her laundry there? "Because he has a washer-dryer," she says, like duh. Does she know the hotel has laundry service? "At $3 a sock!" she replies. "I'm Scottish and Quaker. Double frugal." After the band's post-concert meal, she tries to persuade the road manager to pack up the leftover tofu and brown rice. "Otherwise," she laments, "they...