The Mountain Goats show was very, very, very good. Got there just as it was starting, maybe missed one song. The band was excellent. It’s easy to forget the importance of the rhythm section when you’re essentially there for a singer-songwriter, but these guys were a *band*.
I think I like the songs even better after the live performance, too. The audience singing along and calling out for songs like crazy, and the intimate or even conspiratorial bond between singer and audience: intoxicating! Makes me want to sing along again later when I’m listening.
On a personal level I loved the shout out to the day of the Scream and the Anti Club, followed by the Kommunity FK cover. Oh! Oh! I’m 19 again and my friends are opening for them at the Anti Club!
That made me want to get some Kommunity FK, which I don’t have, until I looked at their website and saw that they were Minutemen supports. Thanks, Mata. I’ll pirate it.
Additional bonus points for the evening are: sooz; a nice long walk around WeHo before the show; sooz giving me a sack of avocados; seeing the glum beatdown people waiting for and riding the bus and knowing I didn’t have to do that ever again; picking out the Mountain Goats nerds from the WeHo crowd; watching fancy people on Robertson trying to look like celebrities, or maybe they were celebrities, I dunno; finding parking easily; and not getting shot.
I mean, there were a few shootings around there even, but no one shot me. BONUS.
You know when you see a band and you want to get in a car and follow them on tour and then go to their houses with a bottle of wine and a big greasy grin and say PLAY MORE FOR ME NOW? Yeah. I haven’t had that feeling in years.
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so cool. my little sister went to see them too, i think on the other night. i’m glad it was fun.
i also listened to them all day at work while i was slaving.
and yay for the parking gods!
you make me feel proud! Mata is completely nuts, that KFK website is a complete riot – the more you read, the more you know that guy never had anybody tell him “Patrick, get over yourself.”
Still, those original vinyl issues had, like, gorgeous full color gatefolds, drool drool
aah yeah the VINYL
We had that at the radio station and the death rock girls wrote fan things on the label. I miss that. My friend Amy stole the Replacements’ Let it Be album from the radio station on a later visit and it’s up on her wall with all the scrawls and yea/nay and scuffing of a few years in the studio. Oh I get all MISTY EYED.
i went both nights. amazing how live music (about hearthurt, addiction, and disliking yourself and others) can restore your faith in man and plaster a smile on your face.
I’m glad that you had such a great time. That sort of thing can give you such a wonderful, lasting buzz.