Y'know when you love a band, and you think they're awesome?
And then you go to one of their shows and you realize you had no idea what "love" truly means?
Yeah, well, that's what this post is about.
Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds jammed, and screamed, and rocked the shit out of Metropolis last night. My god. I think we all felt in need of a cig and a moment to talk about our feelings after it was all over.
For a group of guys that have been playing together for ages (a couple since the 80s!), I was amazed at how into the music and each other they were. Walking on in an already advanced stage of debauched, they were as pure and honest as they come.
I'm not the type to fawn and swoon. Normally. But last night, I must admit, there was a whole lot of sexy commin' off that stage. Whether it was from Thomas Wydler shakin' his maracas (not a euphemism), or Cave himself doing a loose hipped strut.
And can we take a moment to talk about Warren Ellis? On most people, I suspect the wild beard and hair would act like a screen, something to hide behind. But he exudes such charisma it just makes him look like a swami; the kind young women and boys run off to the hills to follow. He is a talented, talented man.
From the wikipedia entry:
Warren Ellis - violin, fender mandocaster, loops, mandolin, tenor guitar, viola, bouzouki, accordion, flute, lute, piano, programming, percussion, string arrangements, vocals
The set list was a nice mix of old and new. "Red Right Hand," the first song of theirs that I fell in love with, was played early on, and the rendition of "The Mercy Seat" made me feel like I'd been pitched into a wind tunnel of sound. Good stuff.
Everyone else seemed to agree. The crowed roared and stomped till the band came back for a second encore (or was it a 3rd?). And when they waved a final goodbye you could see real gratitude on their faces. Montreal, when it loves you, loves you hard.
Oh. And I got a drumstick. :)
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