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These things get louder.
Jun. 16th, 2010 12:57 amSo! I was just here:
--and when I say this in mine own pictorial way, I mean that I was there with the entire roster of said band, including Neko Case and Dan Bejar, who don't always tour with the New Pornographers anymore. Squee!
I can't comment on the openers, since Lindsey and I skipped the first in favour of Indian food and missed the second because the 72 bus just never showed up (and then we took a cab to the show, so feh on it). The actual main set was awesome. I got pretty much my entire checklist of songs I wanted, even Challengers and Use It and Go Places and These Are the Fables and Myriad Harbor. The only things I didn't get were Falling Through Your Clothes or Adventures in Solitude, but those are pretty slow-paced ones and I didn't figure on getting them live. They played about half the new album (actually, the top half, now that I'm counting tracks), a good chunk of Twin Cinema, and some old stuff, like Execution Day and Jackie. The encore was...Challengers, then From Blown Speakers, then Testament to Youth in Verse, which the audience sang in round with the band.
They play a really, really tight live show. Especially since there are nine people on stage. It just pops and crackles, and Neko Case's voice shakes your shoes, and you can't not dance unless you have a legitimate dancing-related mobility issue or possibly suck in some fashion, in which case that is between you and your deity of choice.
I still want to be dancing. My feet ache wonderfully, and my throat hurts, because I am still the girl who sings the entire show back to the band at top voice with her head thrown back to the ceiling. I think I will dance myself to work tomorrow (hoarsely) and then back.
And this? Is just a warmup for what we're doing on Saturday.
--and when I say this in mine own pictorial way, I mean that I was there with the entire roster of said band, including Neko Case and Dan Bejar, who don't always tour with the New Pornographers anymore. Squee!
I can't comment on the openers, since Lindsey and I skipped the first in favour of Indian food and missed the second because the 72 bus just never showed up (and then we took a cab to the show, so feh on it). The actual main set was awesome. I got pretty much my entire checklist of songs I wanted, even Challengers and Use It and Go Places and These Are the Fables and Myriad Harbor. The only things I didn't get were Falling Through Your Clothes or Adventures in Solitude, but those are pretty slow-paced ones and I didn't figure on getting them live. They played about half the new album (actually, the top half, now that I'm counting tracks), a good chunk of Twin Cinema, and some old stuff, like Execution Day and Jackie. The encore was...Challengers, then From Blown Speakers, then Testament to Youth in Verse, which the audience sang in round with the band.
They play a really, really tight live show. Especially since there are nine people on stage. It just pops and crackles, and Neko Case's voice shakes your shoes, and you can't not dance unless you have a legitimate dancing-related mobility issue or possibly suck in some fashion, in which case that is between you and your deity of choice.
I still want to be dancing. My feet ache wonderfully, and my throat hurts, because I am still the girl who sings the entire show back to the band at top voice with her head thrown back to the ceiling. I think I will dance myself to work tomorrow (hoarsely) and then back.
And this? Is just a warmup for what we're doing on Saturday.
