On gig stalkery…
Thursday, February 22, 2007
So far this year, the gig quota has been pretty excellent – if a little exhausting.
The definite low point was Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, who spoil wonderously complex and interesting drum/guitar/synth interplay with a wiry, creepy-dancing lead singer whose voice I found excruciating live. Using only his vocal chords, he made me feel like he was scraping wire wool around the inside of my skull. When he got his megaphone out I nearly threw things.
All the other gigs have been pretty inspiring though – and have involved an eerie number of double-take incidents. At Metric and Imogen Heap we saw Simon Willison but were too afraid to say hello, so, er, hello Simon. At Ray Lamontagne (beardy and a bit dreary, but I had good company so all was fine) I spotted Tamsin Grieg and donkey man from Green Wing in full flow, and at Regina Spektor (so good and quirky!) I stood next to a man wearing the same shoes as myself. Mum’s been to Zara, then.
Which only leaves Scott Matthews and Mika to mention – and goodness only knows the disaster which would ensue if someone paired up Matthews – the Wolverhampton boy with a Texan soft spot – with Mika, a camped up version of Mick Jagger without the lips. Perhaps a duet of Dolly Parton’s 9 to 5? I live in fear…
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Hello! Quite a coincidence that – those are the only two gigs I’ve been to in the best part of a year.
Simon Willison
on February 23rd, 2007
That was some very quick reply action right there, Simon :P
Simon
on February 24th, 2007