We were almost late to the theater. It was raining, although not as hard as it would be later. We picked up our tickets and found our seats. It was the first of two sold-out shows. There was good energy in the house. A woman to Erik’s left asked if I was hiding a small dog in my jacket. I explained that I always bring my dog to concerts, although usually in a handbag.
Either the screen tests‘ playback was massaged to fit the duration of each song, or the songs were written and performed to coincide exactly with the screen tests’ durations.
I would’ve preferred film but the video projection was, really, just fine. The concert tour’s promotional website URL, 13mostbeautiful.com in fact redirects to a product page at Brooklyn-based indie DVD label Plexifilm’s site.
The thirteen most beautiful.
Billy Name was responsible for The Factory being silver. Didn’t know that.
Britta Phillips sang “I’ll Keep It With Mine” steady chugging to fit Nico‘s screen test exactly. Britta’s, and maybe the evening’s, best moment.
It poured in Chicago later on. The drunk guy slammed into us a little before two in the morning, deep in the zenith of a classic, crazy, flash-flood-inducing, drown-standing-up, massive Midwest electrical-storm-cum-torrential-downpour.
I’ve always thought Dean Wareham‘s lyrics were stronger than his singing voice, and I’ve always assumed he thought so too. But he mumbled much of the little that he sang last night. One lyric I remember went “Put your hand down my pants,” something something, “and take a chance,” which I would probably mumble too. But a lot of it was classic, succinct Wareham. “There are eyes in my smoke” is one such great line and the title to the song accompanying the screen test of Ingrid Superstar. That’s another of the suite’s finest moments, that song and how well it fits that piece of film. Read More…
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