Yeah. Robert Pollard was really damn great Thursday night. How he can be drunk and swayin' and still remember the words to his tunes amazes me. Don't get me wrong, I can remember all the words to lots of songs when I'm drunk, but the thing is his tunes are flooded with non sequitors. I dunno, I guess it's his job to remember that stuff, so maybe it's not that incredible.
Anyway, he sounded great, as did his band. It's refreshing to hear tunes with a lot of production on the recordings play live. It sounded way more rock 'n' roll, more raw, less high-end.
Then there's the crowd. Why must people suck? Why? Why? Why? I mean, why go to a show if you're gonna scream along rather than actually listen to the folks you've come to hear play? I had a few of those assholes singing in my ear at various intervals during the show. Oh, and then there's the douche-bag undergrad who insists on conducting the crowd around him. Literally, this gangly kid had his back turned from the stage and was waving his arms like a fuckin' conductor. And then he had the nerve to tell me during one of my fave tunes from the new album, grabbing my arms and forcing them upward, "C'mon, ya gotta wave your arms, even if you don't know the words!" I told him to go fuck himself using slightly more diplomatic language.
Goddam New York brats.
