Now I really want to do them justice. So I’ll try and do this well.
This weekend I get an email from a friend saying he’s going to see a band play and since I’m of the musically inclined variety, would I be interested?
And if I was constrained to use but one sentence, that is probably how I would let you know I came about to see a band that goes with the name of “The Decemberists”. Live ofcourse.
That was the first I’d seen or heard of them (I know, it hurt me to realise I was so out of it. Especially in the music side of life. Celebrity gossip, TV serial knowledge, movies etc I don’t give fuck all about. But this hit where it hurt. Sigh.)
Now I’m in love with them. The unconditional variety. They’re mindblowingly good live. And that just might be me making an understatement.
You know, they didn’t have a set prepared. The first words the lead singer uttered was “this time we’re leaving it to fate”. Then they brought out this master-of-ceremony guy who rolled a big lottery drum and choose songs out of it. He did have a strangely put on british accent, but the Decemberists obliged every time. No set. Just fate apparently, albeit through the mouth of a fake british accent.
It was such a different experience. And New York laps different. Hell even I lapped it up.
On one particular roll, the master of ceremony said “Fuckin 'ell. All this ball here says, is that Colin is to make up a song right now." So Colin, got up to the mic and sang a song - about new york city and how when he’d come here the first time he stole something from the empire state building's gift shop. And he’s not returning it back.
Oh and you know what else he did. During the song “Culling of the fold”, he jumped into the crowd, while doing the hand touching thing with the front row he took someone’s cell phone, went up to the stage, dialed a number from the phonebook and kept singing loudly into the phone. If you know the lyrics to that song, you'll know that that someone on the other side of the phone lived through a lot.
He did return the phone back. Most likely since it had nothing to do with the empire state building.
And he wore suspenders. Fuck I really want suspenders now.
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the decemberists somehow always evoke memories of uni days in my mind. it is one of those quintessential "college" bands.
get your hands on an album called Colin Meloy Sings Live - absolutely fabulous! especially Dracula's Daughter. :D
I couldn't stop laughing after reading the description of the on stage antics especially the phone one hahaha!
@scout: Uni really? The crowd at the concert seemed somehow "older".
oh new album. My bittorrent downloads it as I write.
@Utopia: He's great isn't he? Sings like a madman and makes audience happy too, with giggles and other sundry things.
I realise this is a much adulatory post. For a man. Hmm...must eat fat and beer now.
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