El and I went to see the Decemberists at the Metro last Thursday. I managed to get a dark chocolate (by that I mean semi sweet) parking space outside Heaven on Seven… not amazing, but free.
The opening band was Okkervil River whose latest album is evidently very good, according to PopMatters. I have to admit that I wasn’t really so into them. Maybe it was the front man’s voice.
We tried to get to our regular spot by the balcony (and by regular, I mean that the couple times we’ve been to the Metro, we’ve stood there, not that we go to the Metro every week or something). There was this tiny lady holding a spot there for her date. She kept flipping around suddenly during the opener, looking for him. It was sort of unnerving, standing behind this twitcher.
Slowly we insinuated ourselves into the spot, as it became clear that he wasn’t coming anytime soon.
A girl tapped El on the shoulder… it was her friend Billie, who she knew from piano stuff last year. We said hi and stuff but then the band started so we took our one person large spot and kinda turned our backs on Billie. Weird and awkward… but what can you do?
The band took the stage and they were cool. Dressed in soldier coats and blue jeans, they unabashedly played mostly new stuff from their new CD. I hadn’t seen pictures of them before. They kinda looked like history grad students who got fed up with their advisors and decided to start rockin’. I love bands that really have a sense of their own mythology.
There was this dude behind me who tried to sing along to the older stuff. He tried to mimic Colin Meloy’s nasal inflections as well. The results were amusing, yet distracting.
Tiny lady’s friend showed up about 1/4 way through… We inched a bit over to the right but really man, come on… be on time.
The singer stopped during one of the songs to hear the crowd and I realized that Decemberists’ lyrics are really tough.
He also called out a dude in the front row supposedly dressed as a fop (I was expecting ruffles on the sleeves and a wig, but really he seemed more like a dandy from the 20’s) standing next to a 19th century whore. The fop got pulled up onstage during the last number, but he didn’t really fop rock out or anything, just sort of wiggled facing the band and then dropped back down.
In all a good time… I ran out and got Picaresque the next day and have been listening to it since.
You should do the same.
Yeah, that poor fop looked pretty self-conscious. Once he was up on stage, he looked very eager to return to the safety of the crowd. But Colin Meloy seemed pretty enchanted with the idea of people dressing up in costumes to attend his concert. So, there was no way to escape attention, once Colin saw them. He even dedicated a song to the odd pair.
The new kipworld looks very cool.
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