Sunday, February 01, 2004
A Brief Review of a Pleasing Evening About the Town
Ah yes, on the night of yesterday my darling little wifey-to-be and I headed down to a local rock establishment in hopes of being entertained by the ostensibly amusing antics of professional musicians and comic(s). Entertainment did ensue, but not quite to the degree we had anticipated. Local band the Information opened and played that there music of theirs, a music I am not entirely disinclined to enjoy. A couple of their songs were real good ones, but for the most part all their stuff was a bit too long and pompous, and the front man and keyboard girl were both rather annoying. The singer fellow repeatedly pointing out that his band had girls in it was some off-putting jackassery, friend. Quasi-famous semi-celebrity Fred Armisen, of SNL / Eurotrip / Trenchmouth fame, attempted to make the minions laugh; the yuks flowed from the founts of some, but not from me and mine. His schtick was solid in theory, but sorta half-assed in delivery. His Native American stand-up bit came off like a really forced, unfunny Neil Hamburger rip. His Niles Covington, Musicologist, piece produced a couple of chuckles, primarily when confronting audience members about what key their favorite Les Savy Fav songs were in. The fact that his entire “set” lasted for maybe twenty minutes pleased me, but probably didn’t sit too well with whatever folks showed up specifically to see the slightly famous funnyman make with the jokes. Les Savy Fav finished off the eve with a typically powerful and bewildering performance. The band was tight, the music rambunctious, and front fellow Tim Harrington was amazingly transfixing and beguiling, all as expected. The fact that Mr. Harrington can act as manic and absurdly as he does without coming across as affected or false is a testament to his insurmountable and unusual charisma. Harrington pretty much transcends every notion of what a rock singer is and is supposed to be, simultaneously mocking and reveling in the idiotic glory and psuedo-spiritual rejuvenation of the stupid and brilliant rock bullshit nirvana. The pomposity of fun and vulgarization of art. Getting fucked up and jumping around like a dickhead. Creating something complex that is designed to look tossed off, thus making dip-shit motherfuckers like me look all stuffy and shit when I try to write about it. So Tim Harrington acts seriously unserious while performing unseriously serious songs in an idiom that is patently unserious. What the hell am I talking about? Les Savy Fav rock, they are good, and they make me wanna shake my body and drink the beer and sex the ladies. Ain’t no thinking necessary, really.
Ah yes, on the night of yesterday my darling little wifey-to-be and I headed down to a local rock establishment in hopes of being entertained by the ostensibly amusing antics of professional musicians and comic(s). Entertainment did ensue, but not quite to the degree we had anticipated. Local band the Information opened and played that there music of theirs, a music I am not entirely disinclined to enjoy. A couple of their songs were real good ones, but for the most part all their stuff was a bit too long and pompous, and the front man and keyboard girl were both rather annoying. The singer fellow repeatedly pointing out that his band had girls in it was some off-putting jackassery, friend. Quasi-famous semi-celebrity Fred Armisen, of SNL / Eurotrip / Trenchmouth fame, attempted to make the minions laugh; the yuks flowed from the founts of some, but not from me and mine. His schtick was solid in theory, but sorta half-assed in delivery. His Native American stand-up bit came off like a really forced, unfunny Neil Hamburger rip. His Niles Covington, Musicologist, piece produced a couple of chuckles, primarily when confronting audience members about what key their favorite Les Savy Fav songs were in. The fact that his entire “set” lasted for maybe twenty minutes pleased me, but probably didn’t sit too well with whatever folks showed up specifically to see the slightly famous funnyman make with the jokes. Les Savy Fav finished off the eve with a typically powerful and bewildering performance. The band was tight, the music rambunctious, and front fellow Tim Harrington was amazingly transfixing and beguiling, all as expected. The fact that Mr. Harrington can act as manic and absurdly as he does without coming across as affected or false is a testament to his insurmountable and unusual charisma. Harrington pretty much transcends every notion of what a rock singer is and is supposed to be, simultaneously mocking and reveling in the idiotic glory and psuedo-spiritual rejuvenation of the stupid and brilliant rock bullshit nirvana. The pomposity of fun and vulgarization of art. Getting fucked up and jumping around like a dickhead. Creating something complex that is designed to look tossed off, thus making dip-shit motherfuckers like me look all stuffy and shit when I try to write about it. So Tim Harrington acts seriously unserious while performing unseriously serious songs in an idiom that is patently unserious. What the hell am I talking about? Les Savy Fav rock, they are good, and they make me wanna shake my body and drink the beer and sex the ladies. Ain’t no thinking necessary, really.
