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Sir Richard Bishop/Animal Collective
May 28, 2007
I have decided that Animal Collective, almost as much as Neutral Milk Hotel, sounds like falling in love. But I am getting ahead of myself...
The angels of parking were with us as I somehow managed to get myself and my companion to the show in time in spite of having lost all track of it & getting a late start. Thanks to a harrowing U-turn and, if I may say so myself, flawless parallel park, we managed to get a space within blocks of the club and arrived in time to stand around ordering drinks before Sir Richard Bishop made his appearance. We even managed to stand semi-sort of close. Close enough to see, if I hadn't been compelled to close my eyes through most of his set and just feel the presence of the music and the nearness of my companion. There were moments when I felt like we were maybe the only people in the room. It was magical. The playing was amazing, and Mr. Bishop had a delightful sense of humor, which he surely needed, as the crowd was way less appreciative than they should have been...
What is WITH the kids these days? As the oldest person in the room by far, I wanted to live up to my self-imposed stigma and just SHOOSH everyone. I mean, really...? There is an artist at work on the stage in this medium sized hall, and it is seriously more fun to talk on your phone or loudly to the people around you? Really?
*sigh*
And, while I can't comment on the performance with any amount of technical knowledge, I was delighted by the man. In spite of the background hum, it was such a treat, and I was happy when he cranked it up electric-style and drowned the fucking children out in the end. Score one for the old fart on stage, and the biddy in the audience.
We were busy buying merchandise when Animal Collective took the stage, but we managed to find a spot not too close to a speaker and not too far from the performers. I wish I was taller, but I'm tall enough, I guess. I don't even know how many people were on stage, but I did catch glimpses of the singer dude doing his cute little dance and shrieking, gasping, yelping into the microphone while the computers fucked and moaned samples and beats for our amusement. I saw stars and, yeah, like I said, realized for the first time how much Animal Collective sounds like falling in love. Dunno if my companion would agree, but he smiled a lot and his company was a flawless and necessary component of the evening.
It was really one of those sets that seemed to never end. One song ran into the next and I believe I caught myself dancing at least part of the time, which is rare for me, but ok. Lovely. Also, I caught myself grinning a lot, into the air. Surrounded by all of these sounds and lost, but solidly anchored. I actually didn't recognize a single song until nearly the end when other singer dude said something like "Now we're going to play some old songs" and busted out "Loch Raven" and then, what was it? "Leaf House?" and "We Tigers" and maybe one more that I totally recognized and didn't know the name of. Swoon.
And then it was back to the car in the perfect weather, not a drop of sweat shed all evening in spite of the excitement and thronging crowd and gentle motion. And on home to the best performance of them all as I was serenaded by my favorite musician on my son's cheap and brokeny guitar, much to my (silently) adoring delight...the perfect encore to an understatedly wonderful night.
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god, i miss going out to see live music. almost as much as i miss performing it. maybe more since the last time i tried to perform was such a disaster. we've been taking the sprout to the seattle folklife festival. watching her dance to the jug bands on her wobbly little 17 month old legs was one of the most heart-achingly cute things ever, ever.
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