Rigby Offers Irresistible Songs About Changing, Fading Love

Reluctantly mature rebel Amy Rigby has a hard lesson to pass on to all the cool people: You’re gonna grow up someday, whether you like it or not.

This veteran boho New York singer-songwriter, formerly with the groups the Shams and Last Roundup, recounts a highly personal experience on her solo debut album, “Diary of a Mod Housewife,” which revolves around her disintegrated marriage to former dBs drummer Will Rigby.

But her nearly hourlong set on Tuesday at LunaPark showed that Rigby’s piquant pop, country and rock tunes speak to any hipster who’s brave (and adult) enough to admit that life catches up with almost everyone . . . eventually.

The emotional nuances and humanity Rigby succinctly captures on record were even more palpable in concert. Her reedy warbling sounded slightly warmer, and her band effortlessly shifted from cowbell-bashing rockers to wistful ballads, joined briefly by “Mod Housewife” producer and former Cars guitarist Elliot Easton.

Rigby’s flawless pop hooks and honest, witty songwriting were irresistible and delightfully cathartic. Straight talk is rare when it comes to the subject of love changing, fading and disappearing. Rarer still is Rigby’s examination of the complex feelings surrounding this realization--not just the anger, but the bewilderment, and even the humor. At a time when the supposed “female voice of rock” is an indignant howl, it’s nice to hear a little sound and fury signifying something.