Sinister: with a star upon your shoulder

[KevShindig at xxx.com]

      I know you've heard it all; the set lists for Boston and New York have 
been posted and dissected (I know it would be gauche to make a list of my ten 
favorite Belle and Sebastian songs, but if I were to do such a thing I could 
happily comment afterwards that at least half of them were played live this 
weekend), the relative merits of crowd-participation have been bandied about 
(maybe at some point the "free bird" request from the audience was something 
so very funny and groundbreaking that it completely re-wrote the way band and 
spectators interact and has become such a part of the public idiom that it's 
taken for granted, because that's the only way I can fathom it being shouted 
at every show I've been to for the past fifteen years, but I kind of doubt 
it), and the politics of dancing (I enjoyed the first five or six songs of 
the Boston show less than I should have because I desperately wanted to 
dance, but EVERYONE around me was sitting down and I felt self-conscious 
about that.  It took a combination of Marisa, who is a star and a half, as 
anyone who was at the Monday show in New York can attest to, shouting out her 
frustration re: lack of dancing at the Orpheum and the undeniable rhythm of 
"The Boy With the Arab Strap" to make me actually, uh, get jiggy with it.  I 
had a much better time after that, which helped me justify to myself the 
obscene amount of money I paid for tickets.  To anyone who wanted us to sit 
down and was grumbling about how we wrecked the show for them I'm really, 
really sorry but if I can't dance then I want no part of your revolution.  
Also, keep this "Footloose" analogy in mind : People who were dancing = Kevin 
Bacon.  People who did not want us to dance = John Lithgow.  End tangent.)
    
      When I was in high school I once saw a band play four songs in as many 
minutes, smash their instruments, and then set the stage on fire, causing the 
club to evacuate.  Nothing I've seen since has really topped that, but Belle 
and Sebastian managed to come pretty fricking close.  I still get to see them 
next week in Atlanta, so maybe they'll be so very amazing there that I can 
have a new "best show I've ever seen" story.  I'm starting to get tired of 
telling the one above.

     "Tigermilking NYC" was fun - although I mostly went to see my friend 
Keith d.j. and I missed most of his set.  Apparently he played a Japanese 
electro-cover of "From the Morning" before I got there.  I do sort of wish 
the shebang was downstairs at Fez, that seems to have more of a party 
atmosphere.  Still, I had a fantastic weekend, and probably my best birthday 
ever.  Thanks for indulging my euphoric post-show babble.

Kevin

 P.S. - "Judy and the Dream of Horses", recorder feedback and all, very 
nearly made my head explode.
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