October 3, 2005
Interpol at Webster Hall
Last night we went to see Interpol play the last show of their Antics tour, a hometown show here in NY. First of all, I have to say that after years of seeing shows in Cleveland with sorry attendance and tepid enthusiasm (in the "home of rock n roll" too) it was really nice to see a very hyped up crowd at a sold out show.
The venue itself was not bad. Multi-levels and either a former theater or a dance club made to look like a former theater. I was happy to find a balcony, a great thing for short girls like me. I was less happy to find that they were charging $5 for a small bottle of water. Seriously. I thought the bartender was bullshitting me but no - that was the cost of all non-alcoholic drinks. he shot special was $9. Needless to say we shared our water like it was gold and did not make a repeat visit to the bar.
The first band, Child Ballads, was technically very good. Stylistically, they did nothing for me. I think Kerry might like them tho - they're indie with a lot of bluesy and alt-country types of sounds.
Boom Bip was more to my taste. Even though I normally am not into intstrumenal rock bands, their songs had so much dynamics and were really foot tapping fun. And yhou really can't go wrong with a Fender bass 6.
Interpol rocked. But of course they did. It was awesome to feel the floor vibrating during Slow Hands. They played all my favorite songs except Stella. They even played Take You on a Cruise and added this driving drum and guitar jam at the end with the whole audience bouncing up and down to it.
Other notes... I was not prepared for the whole rock star aura there. Sure, I know Interpol is really popular, but... I was standing at a point in the balcony where there was a really narrow passage for people to walk through. Right before Interpol went on, the bouncers cleared the area and wouldn't let anyone close. Some trendy guy in a black suit was rushed past and then people could move again. Apparently we weren't trusted in the presence of such rock star gods. Maybe I'm just jaded because to me the only rock star ever was Robert Smith, and everyone else is just a musician and why should I treat them any different than anyone else. But judging from the woman next to me maybe it was a good idea.
The woman next to me. This tall blond girl who looked like she was at a Duran Duran concert in 1985. Every time they played her "favorite song" she would grab her hair or clasp her hands to her mouth or hug her boyfriend. It was insane. Although she wasn't the one I heard screaming "I love you Paul" at the singer.
All in all, a great show, and a lot of fun even if Patrick and I are now going on about 5 or 6 hours sleep. |
The venue itself was not bad. Multi-levels and either a former theater or a dance club made to look like a former theater. I was happy to find a balcony, a great thing for short girls like me. I was less happy to find that they were charging $5 for a small bottle of water. Seriously. I thought the bartender was bullshitting me but no - that was the cost of all non-alcoholic drinks. he shot special was $9. Needless to say we shared our water like it was gold and did not make a repeat visit to the bar.
The first band, Child Ballads, was technically very good. Stylistically, they did nothing for me. I think Kerry might like them tho - they're indie with a lot of bluesy and alt-country types of sounds.
Boom Bip was more to my taste. Even though I normally am not into intstrumenal rock bands, their songs had so much dynamics and were really foot tapping fun. And yhou really can't go wrong with a Fender bass 6.
Interpol rocked. But of course they did. It was awesome to feel the floor vibrating during Slow Hands. They played all my favorite songs except Stella. They even played Take You on a Cruise and added this driving drum and guitar jam at the end with the whole audience bouncing up and down to it.
Other notes... I was not prepared for the whole rock star aura there. Sure, I know Interpol is really popular, but... I was standing at a point in the balcony where there was a really narrow passage for people to walk through. Right before Interpol went on, the bouncers cleared the area and wouldn't let anyone close. Some trendy guy in a black suit was rushed past and then people could move again. Apparently we weren't trusted in the presence of such rock star gods. Maybe I'm just jaded because to me the only rock star ever was Robert Smith, and everyone else is just a musician and why should I treat them any different than anyone else. But judging from the woman next to me maybe it was a good idea.
The woman next to me. This tall blond girl who looked like she was at a Duran Duran concert in 1985. Every time they played her "favorite song" she would grab her hair or clasp her hands to her mouth or hug her boyfriend. It was insane. Although she wasn't the one I heard screaming "I love you Paul" at the singer.
All in all, a great show, and a lot of fun even if Patrick and I are now going on about 5 or 6 hours sleep. |