Spoon Roll Call

i dunno, i liked the show just fine. thought the sound was good, they played almost everything i was looking forward to. only bad thing was we got stuck behind tall people. still saw fine, and everybody was dancing where we were. wasn't expecting bicycle kicks or conga lines through the crowd, so i wasn't disappointed in the least. 22 songs was enough for me

The Spoon show wasn't the stereotyped crowd people were anticipating.

i agree. it was weird how much everyone was into the show but still relatively tame… not too much rockin or head bobbing. i heard every song i was hoping for except for "all the pretty girls go to the city." the band seemed like they were having a blast on stage but they were definitely missing that extra "oomph."

Pretty good show. I thought they were better at Coachella, but that might be because I was dozing off to the sounds of Coldplay at the main stage right before Spoon.

Kinda disappointed Britt didn't beat-box

i thought the music was great, but the band was rather boring onstage.

i personally had terrible show karma. at first i was front-and-center and there was a couple behind me doing every possible annoying thing…
- girl dancing in such a way as to be humping my leg
- girl clapping to every song, only had no rhythm.
- boy singing along at top of his lungs, often using the wrong lyrics
- both shouting song requests between every song
When I'd finally had it (and began worrying about the integrity of my now-quite-violated leg) I moved to the left. Not that things improved all that much, though, since the new guy behind me:
- was so tall he was breathing on my head (ew)
- sang along at the top of his lungs, and, get this
- Sang along with the GUITAR PARTS

i just don't understand.

i think jenkins pretty much nailed this one.

Spoon at 9:30 Club

For Spoon, selling out the 9:30 club is the best revenge. The Texas band was among the many alt-rock acts that were seduced and abandoned by major labels in the '90s, a trauma that led singer-guitarist Britt Daniel to write not one but two songs roasting the A&R man he felt betrayed him. But unlike other indie discards, Daniel and drummer Jim Eno – the core members of a group that expands to a quartet onstage – have worked their way back to a significant audience, as they demonstrated Friday night with an energetic, crowd-pleasing set before a full house.

Spoon's performance did offer some hints as to why a big-time marketing exec might have had doubts. Songs as catchy and direct as "Sister Jack," one of the evening's highlights, were rare. The set opened with a brittle, brooding thumper titled "The Beast and Dragon, Adored," whose refrain insisted, "I got to believe it came from rock-and-roll." In fact, many of the music's ingredients came from punk, funk and art-rock. Barrages of discordant guitar recalled Gang of Four, Daniel's falsetto suggested Prince, and the slippery melodies and wordy lyrics evoked Lou Reed – although none of these resemblances was overpowering or long-lasting.

If Spoon was short on immediately accessible tunes and electrifying gestures, the band was well supplied with taut arrangements, ingenious eclecticism and jittery vigor. These may not be the stuff of multi-platinum albums, but they were enough for a satisfying, distinctive show – and for Daniel to be able to thank the fans who used to come see him at much smaller clubs.

– Mark Jenkins

Holy shit, Jenkins? You mean, Spoon might be an honest to goodness indie band? And after that OC song too. Damn them for not being a crossover, multi-platinum success a la Interpol, Franz Ferdinand, et al. :roll:

I'm a total fanboy, so am biased, but this was my show of the year. Britt, Eno and crew were flippin' great. Best of the four times I've seen Spoon live.

I enjoyed the show. I agree that the crowd seemed really into it overall, which always makes things better for me. I was particularly delighted by a group of about five or six in the balcony who spent the entire show enthusiastically rocking out in unison. They obviously were big fans, and weren't trying to dance to look "sexy" or impress people with their cool moves, like you so often see at these things, usually among the shrieking halter-topped girls who of course only know the one single and chatter during the rest of the set. In fact, they weren't afraid to look dorky, they were just enjoying the show. They made me happy. There were a lot of really tall men there, though, and all of them seemed to be standing in front of me, as usual.

Originally posted by chimbly sweep:
i just don't understand.

yowch. sorry to hear. they "looked smart" ;)