So my amazing friend Ian pulled two Death Cab for Cutie/Franz Ferdinand tickets out of thin air yesterday and took me to the show as a birthday gift. (I'll take the opportunity to remind everyone that I, Ms. Poshlust, Andrea, will be celebrating a birthday on the 16th of May. All Botox, Restylne, Collagen and supportive garmets will be accepted, as will champagne.)I have to say, despite the plethora of expensive dressed yet extremely vapid tweens that crowded the venue, it was a nice crowd. A good mix of young boys with no asses and striped t-shirts hanging out with young girls who look like young boys with no asses and striped t-shirts. A bunch of older men trying to look like young boys with no asses and striped t-shirts, and their unimpressed wives with big asses and sweatshirts on. You know. Your typical wednesday night double bill crowd. Exactly the crowd that Sonic, our too hip to be hip radio station caters to.
The first band up, the Cribs, was a little too punk rock for me. A little loud, not very engaging, and I couldn't see despite the fact that Ian perched me on top of a garbage can. I remember when all the little emo/punk rock kids were short, and that's why there were so angsty. Now I'm the smallest one there. Its all the beef I tell you. They really don't have a reason to be so grumpy now, at least they're tall.
We skipped the second half of the Cribs set to stand in the pulsing miasma of loud people with too much money to peruse the t-shirts, and didn't buy one. A t-shirt would have been almost as expensive as the ticket to the show, and lets face it - when 200 people around you are already wearing the same green shirt, either the non-independant nature of independant music gets you, or capitalism chokes your throat and you really can't do it.
Then we went back in to see Death Cab for Cutie, and it was evident that they were there for the really dyed in the wool music fans - the people who came to the show completely disregarding the other half of the double header, and would have payed full price just to see DCFC. And it would have been worth it. Lead singer Ben Gibbard was pitch perfect as he is on the albums; even though I was truly expecting otherwise. I didn't think that he could possibly be so identical to the albums, his voice changes pitch and notes so flawlessly, so amazingly. It was beautiful and emotive and heartwrenching and beautiful. They sang old favorites that new fans wouldn't know, to make us feel welcome, and Sonic favorites that everyone could sing along to. It was a fantastically chosen set, full of energy.
There was a brief, somewhat annoying intermission between DCFC and Franz Ferdinand, but it was worth it. FF, deliciously predictable - and rightly so. They were loud and rocking and played songs that everyone knew and everyone loved - really, what more could you want them to do? They are really good at what they do, and what they do is make rollicking palatable rock music for the masses, and look damn good skinny and stripped and assless while doing it. They may not have played some more lesser known favorites, but really, the masses couldn't jiggle their boobs to those! It was fantastic, for what it was - good, clean, rock, with choreographed kicks and prepackaged witty repartee that still makes you smile. There is just something worthwhile and enjoyable about standing in a crowd watching people really enjoy themselves.
Which is to say - I really enjoyed myself. I like spur of the moment concerts even better than the ones I plan to see. And last night was no exception. Thanks again, and always, to Ian for taking me out. See another great (and equally as funny) review from a friend at Kwaya Na Kisser.
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