Monday, September 14, 2009

RE: Lying Bloggers

So last night was my first official gig as concert reviewer, which is really for myself and posterity more than anyone else, which is a damn good thing given no one will ever read this. At any rate, Sondre Lerche was just lovely. But here, let me break it down for you
1. The Place:
The Paradise Rock Club is probably one of the stranger-shaped venues I've been to in my day. It's sort of a perpendicular Middle East, in that rather than being a long, skinny venue, it's a very wide but very shallow sort of affair. Meaning, everyone is sort of pressed very close to the stage but can waggle more or less to the left or right basically to the horizon. Not bad.
2. The People:
I have literally never been to a concert with that many girls (not women--girls) and so few guys EVER. Even Andrew Bird, who's basically chick porn, was a solid 60/40. I counted maybe ten guys within the first ten feet of the stage, all the way across. I mean, Sondre Lerche is pretty heart breakingly sweet, but nevertheless, it's ridiculous. Basically all college freshman types, planning their trip to 'Regina'. Fuck them, but everyone was mostly near sober. However, had I seen one more couple using Sondre as an excuse for hanky panky, I actually would have punched them, madly in love with Lerche or not.
3. The Players:
Despite being one person, despite never using loops, and despite barely scraping 5'7'', Sondre Lerche not only dominated the stage but totally held the audience captive for an hour and a half or so. He had cute-awkward-my-English-isn't-perfect banter, and he pounded the ever loving hell out of a beautiful little Gretsch. He played some new stuff, but kept it light with old standards and any musician with multiple sing alongs is totally worthy of praise. Oh good God, there was a whistle-a-long.

In summary, Sondre bloody rocked it.

Next time would have been Maximo Park, however they canceled their entire damn American tour, so it'll be Wavves at Great Scott on the 27th.

Until then,
Stay crisp, stay crunchy
--WF
RIP Patrick Swayze

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