Courtesy of iheartradio and their semi-secret intimate shows at the PC Richards and Son Theatre, I got to see Robyn perform up close and personal one very hot July afternoon. I showed up at the Tribeca venue early in order to secure a spot right up front. A few others had the same idea, and, unfortunately, we were relegated to waiting outside. It must have been at least 90 degrees that day and the sun hovered right above us. Luckily I had brought some water with me, but I was still melting inside my sundress. There was still an hour to kill before the doors opened and we would be let inside, so I prepped myself by listening to all my Robyn songs on my Zune (in fact, once I hit None of Dem, I just kept it on repeat).
One sweltering hour later we were let inside the building and led into a surprisingly small room and I hustled to get as close to the front as I could without literally breathing down someone's neck. There was about another half-hour or so wait while everyone was let inside, and after a brief announcement from an iheartradio rep and a local radio station, Robyn appeared from a secret side door and strutted out to the stage. She was wearing the perfect little black dress, but more awesomely, had a streak of blue dye along the side of her hair. In between songs she engaged in a bit of stage banter, and her small, accented voice seemed a striking difference between her strong singing voice against tight, catchy beats. She performed a couple of songs from her new album Body Talk pt. 1 (although, sadly, not None of Dem) plus a cover of Alicia Keys' Try Sleeping With a Broken Heart, which was 1000% more interesting with her singing it. She closed the show with With Every Heartbeat, a song that is So Damn Good. She even did this adorable twirling dance move. I was so close to the stage, a couple of times it felt like Robyn was singing right to me. I had to do my best not to fangirl out, and luckily there was a rope strung between me and the stage. I still can't believe this is the same girl I wrote off back in the '90s for being a one-hit wonder with Show Me Love.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Call Me, Call Me Any, Anytime
Blondes may come and blondes may go, but rock-disco titans Blondie made their mark that they're here to stay. The Deborah Harry-fronted band invaded Times Square this past Tuesday, and I was super fortunate to be able to see a band that's had a lot of influence on me. They performed at the Nokia Theatre, which I haven't been to many times, but I really love the setup. It's like a really trendy bar with neon lights inside that just happens to have a stage, although all the lights shouldn't be surprising in a location like Times Square. I also like that, in the performance area, you have the option to stand by the stage or enjoy generous seating in the rear of the venue if you want to sit back and relax. I'm really turned off by venues that offer limited seating and enforce a drink minimum for people who can't be arsed to be on their feet for three hours.
Ranting aside, we got there fairly early, but there was still a sizable crowd out on the floor by the stage. First up was Gorvette, who had a girl-punk garage band sound, lead by a singer with fire engine red hair in two high ponytails. I don't think their music was for me, but I did enjoy their cover of the Buzzcocks' What Do I Get while the lead singer bopped around stage with her mohawked and be-pleathered band members. They also seemed to have a great time and were really appreciative of the opportunity to open for such a legendary band.
After a brief intermission Blondie bursts onto the stage with a really cool black and white backdrop slightly reminiscent of those Magic Eye pictures from 15 years ago. Debbie slinks onto the stage wearing a pair of sunglasses and a very Carrie Bradshaw-esque tutu. They played a lot of material I wasn't familiar with and, honestly, Maria and The Tide Is High set my teeth on edge, but I really enjoyed Hanging Up the Telephone and The Hardest Part. Of course they played the obvious hits: Call Me, Rapture, One Way Or Another, but I was a bit disappointed not to hear Union City Blue. My favorite song of the night was their cover of the Ramones' Pet Cemetery (Sematary?) It shouldn't be surprising because I'm sure the Ramones and Blondie hobnobbed back in the day, but it was unusual to see Debbie seem so tough. I also loved it because I think the film Pet Sematary is unintentionally hysterical and certain quotes have become in-jokes with both my mom and my boyfriend so he and I had a good laugh upon hearing the song's opening chords.
Ranting aside, we got there fairly early, but there was still a sizable crowd out on the floor by the stage. First up was Gorvette, who had a girl-punk garage band sound, lead by a singer with fire engine red hair in two high ponytails. I don't think their music was for me, but I did enjoy their cover of the Buzzcocks' What Do I Get while the lead singer bopped around stage with her mohawked and be-pleathered band members. They also seemed to have a great time and were really appreciative of the opportunity to open for such a legendary band.
After a brief intermission Blondie bursts onto the stage with a really cool black and white backdrop slightly reminiscent of those Magic Eye pictures from 15 years ago. Debbie slinks onto the stage wearing a pair of sunglasses and a very Carrie Bradshaw-esque tutu. They played a lot of material I wasn't familiar with and, honestly, Maria and The Tide Is High set my teeth on edge, but I really enjoyed Hanging Up the Telephone and The Hardest Part. Of course they played the obvious hits: Call Me, Rapture, One Way Or Another, but I was a bit disappointed not to hear Union City Blue. My favorite song of the night was their cover of the Ramones' Pet Cemetery (Sematary?) It shouldn't be surprising because I'm sure the Ramones and Blondie hobnobbed back in the day, but it was unusual to see Debbie seem so tough. I also loved it because I think the film Pet Sematary is unintentionally hysterical and certain quotes have become in-jokes with both my mom and my boyfriend so he and I had a good laugh upon hearing the song's opening chords.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Kick-Ass Drummer, Twitter Maven
I have to say one of my favorite people on Twitter is The Roots' ?uestlove because it's always fun when people love and talk about music as much as you do, even moreso, in ?uesto's case. When I heard he and the rest of The Roots were doing a free show over at Prospect Park's Bandshell I knew I had to be there. Despite openly complaining about his ragingly unfunny talk show, I've been an audience member for The Jimmy Fallon show twice now just because The Roots are THAT GOOD. (Also because the Band Bench is a pretty cool concept. If you saw The Doves perform on his show last year, that was my friend and I standing right behind the drummer. I've also caught Yeasayer on his show, which totally opened me up to them.)
One Sunday afternoon I made my way over to Brooklyn, a bit of a distance from where I live but usually worth the trip. I like the laid-back vibe of the bandshell: it's got all the amenities of a regular concert venue, but you can totally lay back and have a picnic if you don't feel like fighting with the crowds. Unfortunately, on this drizzly day, every other person in New York had this same idea, as I walked up and realized the line just to get inside was a quarter of a way around the park. It was still raining a little and I had an idea to turn around and go home, but seeing all the people already there camping out on blankets and barbeque-ing on grills, I knew I had to be a trooper. The wait actually wasn't so bad, and I'm sure I got inside after 10 minutes. One of the opening acts was onstage, although I wish I could remember who.
Soon Talib Kweli was up. I was kind of hoping he'd perform with his big band like I saw at Le Poisson Rouge earlier this summer which I thought was fantastic! Unfortunately, the band was little in brass but big in awesomeness. The Roots came out soon after to thunderous cheers, but unfortunately performed a fairly short set. They explained that it was because they had just flown overnight from a show in Europe and they were running on fumes. They played some new songs from their album that I'm embarrassed to have not yet heard yet, How I Got Over, and some from the very awesome Game Theory. Definite highlight of the night was their cover of Guns 'n' Roses' Sweet Child of Mine. I've never seen a crowd go so insane, but having been there, it was pretty hard not to go nuts over the awesome randomness of it all. I'm really fortunate that I live in a city where The Roots perform nearly all the time because I'm already jonesing to see them again.
One Sunday afternoon I made my way over to Brooklyn, a bit of a distance from where I live but usually worth the trip. I like the laid-back vibe of the bandshell: it's got all the amenities of a regular concert venue, but you can totally lay back and have a picnic if you don't feel like fighting with the crowds. Unfortunately, on this drizzly day, every other person in New York had this same idea, as I walked up and realized the line just to get inside was a quarter of a way around the park. It was still raining a little and I had an idea to turn around and go home, but seeing all the people already there camping out on blankets and barbeque-ing on grills, I knew I had to be a trooper. The wait actually wasn't so bad, and I'm sure I got inside after 10 minutes. One of the opening acts was onstage, although I wish I could remember who.
Soon Talib Kweli was up. I was kind of hoping he'd perform with his big band like I saw at Le Poisson Rouge earlier this summer which I thought was fantastic! Unfortunately, the band was little in brass but big in awesomeness. The Roots came out soon after to thunderous cheers, but unfortunately performed a fairly short set. They explained that it was because they had just flown overnight from a show in Europe and they were running on fumes. They played some new songs from their album that I'm embarrassed to have not yet heard yet, How I Got Over, and some from the very awesome Game Theory. Definite highlight of the night was their cover of Guns 'n' Roses' Sweet Child of Mine. I've never seen a crowd go so insane, but having been there, it was pretty hard not to go nuts over the awesome randomness of it all. I'm really fortunate that I live in a city where The Roots perform nearly all the time because I'm already jonesing to see them again.
Not So Far Around the Bend
I have to say I really didn't know that much about The National before I saw them at Terminal 5 this past July, other than they were one of those Bands You Must Hear. I had a few songs of theirs on my iTunes, including So Far Around the Bend from the charity album Dark Was the Night. They peaked my interest because also included on the album were some of my favorites: David Byrne, Feist, Spoon, Arcade Fire, Grizzly Bear, The New Pornographers... okay, a lot of my favorites. And also, they're a Brooklyn band, and there's far too much great music coming out of there. (Fashion? Not so much.)
Turns out that the National was asked on behalf of SPIN Magazine to perform at their week-long 25th anniversary celebration shows right along with Smashing Pumpkins, Flaming Lips, The Black Keys and Spiritualized. And lucky for me, I got a chance to go see them, thanks to the folks at Artlog (follow them at @artlog on Twitter!) who organize all sorts of museum and art-oriented events in the city, including a very fun Art Crawl that including much arting and much boozing.
The day of the show, I made my way over to the Terminal 5 from (surprise!) another show, but luckily it was still early and there was plenty of time to find a decent space to stretch out before the crowds swarmed. As tempted as I was to stand on the floor and possibly have a better view, I've become kind of daunted by all the pushing and shoving that goes on, and decided I would have a more laidback perspective for this show. I walked up to the first mezzanine in the middle of Kurt Vile's set, and I have to say I wish I were more impressed with them. They just reminded me of mall kids with hoodies and someone gave them guitars so they would stay out of trouble. Most of their songs were without lyrics, and not that I have anything against instrumentals, quite the opposite, but without words to center the songs, I just felt like they meandered and I got a bit bored.
Next up were Suckers, who I had see open for Passion Pit at Prospect Park just a few weeks before. Whatever it was that I expected from them the first time I saw them didn't come into fruition, but I don't know why I originally pigeon-holed them in the first place. They're somehow laid-back but intense; they look like your average beach stoners but their music has a jolt to it. One member, who looks like the biggest slacker of them all, sang, played drums and, I think, even a harmonica. I guess I expected their music to be more simplistic, but actually, the second time I saw them, the more I liked them.
Finally, it's the National's turn to kick some ass. Right off of a Prospect Park Bandshell performance just two days earlier, they were ready to kill. I can't remember much about their songs, but I do remember the crowd going crazy, which I guess in the end is the most important thing. I was most amused during one particularly intense moment in a song, the lead singer sort of bitch-slapped his microphone stand across the stage, which made me cackle because I'm 12. They're probably the kind of band I regret seeing not being very familiar with their work because I can't really enjoy it the way a hardcore fan would. Part of the excitement of seeing a show is trying to guess which one of your favorite songs they're going to play. I should look into acquiring some of their albums, but for now, until next time, The National.
Turns out that the National was asked on behalf of SPIN Magazine to perform at their week-long 25th anniversary celebration shows right along with Smashing Pumpkins, Flaming Lips, The Black Keys and Spiritualized. And lucky for me, I got a chance to go see them, thanks to the folks at Artlog (follow them at @artlog on Twitter!) who organize all sorts of museum and art-oriented events in the city, including a very fun Art Crawl that including much arting and much boozing.
The day of the show, I made my way over to the Terminal 5 from (surprise!) another show, but luckily it was still early and there was plenty of time to find a decent space to stretch out before the crowds swarmed. As tempted as I was to stand on the floor and possibly have a better view, I've become kind of daunted by all the pushing and shoving that goes on, and decided I would have a more laidback perspective for this show. I walked up to the first mezzanine in the middle of Kurt Vile's set, and I have to say I wish I were more impressed with them. They just reminded me of mall kids with hoodies and someone gave them guitars so they would stay out of trouble. Most of their songs were without lyrics, and not that I have anything against instrumentals, quite the opposite, but without words to center the songs, I just felt like they meandered and I got a bit bored.
Next up were Suckers, who I had see open for Passion Pit at Prospect Park just a few weeks before. Whatever it was that I expected from them the first time I saw them didn't come into fruition, but I don't know why I originally pigeon-holed them in the first place. They're somehow laid-back but intense; they look like your average beach stoners but their music has a jolt to it. One member, who looks like the biggest slacker of them all, sang, played drums and, I think, even a harmonica. I guess I expected their music to be more simplistic, but actually, the second time I saw them, the more I liked them.
Finally, it's the National's turn to kick some ass. Right off of a Prospect Park Bandshell performance just two days earlier, they were ready to kill. I can't remember much about their songs, but I do remember the crowd going crazy, which I guess in the end is the most important thing. I was most amused during one particularly intense moment in a song, the lead singer sort of bitch-slapped his microphone stand across the stage, which made me cackle because I'm 12. They're probably the kind of band I regret seeing not being very familiar with their work because I can't really enjoy it the way a hardcore fan would. Part of the excitement of seeing a show is trying to guess which one of your favorite songs they're going to play. I should look into acquiring some of their albums, but for now, until next time, The National.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
It Was a Rock Lobster!
How could going to see the B-52s prove to be such a tiring and complicated undertaking? I was super excited to hear they were performing a free outdoor show this summer, but I was a bit nervous that the venue was Asser Levy near Coney Island, which is just about the opposite side of the island from where I live. As usual, despite having plenty of time to get to Brooklyn, I lingered and took my time, and, as always, left later than I should have. I ran home to drop off some stuff then ran to catch a train. I get there and it's PACKED, like someone decided to throw a parade on the subway. Everyone's lined up to take the elevator to the 1 train as I try to politely maneuver my way through the crowd towards the A train while my brain is thinking rushrushrushrush. Finally, it dawned on me to ask someone what was going on, and a woman told me that the downtown A trains were completely dunzo, and our only options is to take the 1. A completely ideal situation during rush hour. So I stand amongst the masses waiting for an elevator down to the bowels of my neighborhood station. It seemed as if everyone was waiting for the same two of four elevators, so luckily I was able to sneak onto one at the very end of the hall. Thanking the higher powers above, I saw a 1 train waiting in the station and to my dismay it was filled to the brim with other displaced patrons just hoping to make it home at a reasonable hour.
The ride downtown was painful. The train lurched forward as more and more people shoved their way inside. I didn't even know how to get to Asser Levy from the 1, and I just shook my head at all the transfers I knew I'd have to make and how that would make me even later to the show than I already was. After finding out that the A, B, C and D trains were not running downtown, I eventually ended up on the Q train which took its time to get going, and was finally in the vicinity of Coney Island. I got off at the NY Aquarium stop and breathed in the beachy-smelling air. I heard the music faintly in the distance and tried power-walking towards the park and still hoping I'd be fairly close to the stage. Unfortunately that wasn't really an option. The venue was overflowing. With all the hipster-laden shows I've seen this summer, it was almost disarming to see a concert audience of families, including toddlers and grandmothers, who didn't seem very concerned about having a certain look or being a scenester.
I got to Asser Levy with strains of Belinda Carlisle's Circle In the Sky filling the air, which I swear I haven't heard since I was a kid and made me really nostalgic. Apparently all of the Go-Go's were supposed to tour this summer, but because of an injury, they've had to forgo and Belinda was performing as a solo act. On stage with just her backup singers, she explains that her usual backing band missed their flight and she would have to perform with a karaoke-esque backup tape for her music, but she was a professional. She ran through most of her solo hits as well as some Go-Go's favorites (the burly-looking firefighter dad types in the audience got really excited over Our Lips Are Sealed).
After a brief intermission the B-52s came out in all of their kitschy glory to the cheers of suburban moms and their kids far too young to know who they were. The show was really high energy, but I was sad to see the crowd rather muted during any song that wasn't Roam, Love Shack or Rock Lobster. I was kind of hoping they'd performed one of my favorite songs of theirs, The Girl from Ipanema Goes To Greenland, but they kept it strictly to their latest material and their greatest hits. The crowd really perked up for Roam, and I definitely spotted some fruging happening on and off stage. I think I was most surprised that the crowd was most looking forward to hearing Rock Lobster than Love Shack. Maybe that's because Love Shack was inescapable growing up, seeing as it played at every single middle school dance I went to. As the band left the stage before their encore, the crowd chanted for Rock Lobster. After a slow-burning intro with Planet Claire, the B-52s deliver the crowd favorite and grandmas and hipsters alike are dancing alongside each other. It's not often a band can unite such a diverse crowd, but if I have to go to Brooklyn to witness such things, so be it.
The ride downtown was painful. The train lurched forward as more and more people shoved their way inside. I didn't even know how to get to Asser Levy from the 1, and I just shook my head at all the transfers I knew I'd have to make and how that would make me even later to the show than I already was. After finding out that the A, B, C and D trains were not running downtown, I eventually ended up on the Q train which took its time to get going, and was finally in the vicinity of Coney Island. I got off at the NY Aquarium stop and breathed in the beachy-smelling air. I heard the music faintly in the distance and tried power-walking towards the park and still hoping I'd be fairly close to the stage. Unfortunately that wasn't really an option. The venue was overflowing. With all the hipster-laden shows I've seen this summer, it was almost disarming to see a concert audience of families, including toddlers and grandmothers, who didn't seem very concerned about having a certain look or being a scenester.
I got to Asser Levy with strains of Belinda Carlisle's Circle In the Sky filling the air, which I swear I haven't heard since I was a kid and made me really nostalgic. Apparently all of the Go-Go's were supposed to tour this summer, but because of an injury, they've had to forgo and Belinda was performing as a solo act. On stage with just her backup singers, she explains that her usual backing band missed their flight and she would have to perform with a karaoke-esque backup tape for her music, but she was a professional. She ran through most of her solo hits as well as some Go-Go's favorites (the burly-looking firefighter dad types in the audience got really excited over Our Lips Are Sealed).
After a brief intermission the B-52s came out in all of their kitschy glory to the cheers of suburban moms and their kids far too young to know who they were. The show was really high energy, but I was sad to see the crowd rather muted during any song that wasn't Roam, Love Shack or Rock Lobster. I was kind of hoping they'd performed one of my favorite songs of theirs, The Girl from Ipanema Goes To Greenland, but they kept it strictly to their latest material and their greatest hits. The crowd really perked up for Roam, and I definitely spotted some fruging happening on and off stage. I think I was most surprised that the crowd was most looking forward to hearing Rock Lobster than Love Shack. Maybe that's because Love Shack was inescapable growing up, seeing as it played at every single middle school dance I went to. As the band left the stage before their encore, the crowd chanted for Rock Lobster. After a slow-burning intro with Planet Claire, the B-52s deliver the crowd favorite and grandmas and hipsters alike are dancing alongside each other. It's not often a band can unite such a diverse crowd, but if I have to go to Brooklyn to witness such things, so be it.
Do You Want To Know the Truth?
Elizabeth Harper likes to do it in the dark. For the past three performances where I've witnessed Class Actress' lead singer and brainchild, I've noticed that the atmosphere always changes when they go on: the lights get a little dimmer, perhaps in attempt to set the mood for their slow-burning seductive pop gems. I remember when I first discovered Class Actress. They were one of the openers for Little Boots earlier this year, and while I think Little Boots is a great performer and has as much charisma and presence as any mega popstar out there (minus the big-budget spectacle show), Class Actress blew her out of the water. With all the live shows I've seen it's not often that I will like a never-before-seen band fully right off the bat, but I was really entranced by Harper and Co.'s stupid-catchy songs, as well as Harper herself, also entranced and dancing right along to her own songs. Some time passed before I was able to download their Journal of Ardency EP, but the second I heard the album's closer, Someone Real, I knew it was to be my summer jam.
The next chance I was able to catch Class Actress live was their headlining show at the Glasslands Gallery one July night. I've only been there a couple of times, but it's become one of my favorite concert venues because of its odd charm. The place is pretty tiny, and walking in is like walking into a surreal dreamworld. The venue looks like a pastiche of old sets from high school plays melded together. Photographs never really do it justice because the place is so dimly lit, but with the stage area painted light blue with cloud-like paper adornments and lights strewn across it, a performer looks a bit like they're floating on air. Another of Glasslands' "charms" is their complete and total lack of air conditioning. I've referred the place as a sweatbox before because once it fills up it's brutal. But once Class Actress took the stage, the dimly-lit old factory now nearly completely darkened, I really didn't care anymore, and probably literally sweat my ass off dancing. It's hard not to get swept up in the energy of the show because of how Harper herself gets into her music, writhing along while she sings about yearning and longing.
One of the great things about this band is that being based in New York, it's pretty easy to catch a show with them, as they open for some fairly well-known acts pretty frequently. I found out last week that they'd be opening for Bear Hands at Highline Ballroom for a concert sponsored by Playboy (apparently having your concert sponsored by Playboy just means having a couple of unknown Playmates show up and play host with some recent issues of Playboy strewn across the bar). First up were openers Ha Ha Tonka, an odd choice as they were more a country-rock band which, on the surface, seemed to clash with Harper's pop-tronica. I did enjoy the rawness of Ha Ha Tonka's sound, and one of their songs, in the vein of old Negro spirituals, was the highlight of the night (although this particular song was accompanied with the Playmate hostesses on stage, which kind of ruined any gravity the song might have). Finally, it was time for Class Actress. I got a bit giddy watching the Actresses set up their equipment as my boyfriend and I lurked near the stage as non-creepily as possible. The first song was All the Saints, what I gleam to be one of the tracks off their upcoming full-length release. But I noticed something was off about this performance. Not that it takes a great voice to be a brilliant popstar, but Harper's voice was noticeably off-key. Whatever the troubles were, it seemed to leak onto her performance, and instead of her organic dance moves, she seemed to move jerkily around the stage as the songs went on. At the end of the Joy Division-reminiscent Let Me Take You Out, I anticipated Someone Real to be the next song, but Elizabeth abruptly cut the show short, whispering briefly to the keyboardist as they quickly left the stage. Unfortunately, I couldn't stay for Bear Hands, so having that be the end of my live music experience that night left me disappointed. I do hope the problem was just a one-off fluke, but I still have to say that I'm looking forward to catching Class Actress again sometime soon.
The next chance I was able to catch Class Actress live was their headlining show at the Glasslands Gallery one July night. I've only been there a couple of times, but it's become one of my favorite concert venues because of its odd charm. The place is pretty tiny, and walking in is like walking into a surreal dreamworld. The venue looks like a pastiche of old sets from high school plays melded together. Photographs never really do it justice because the place is so dimly lit, but with the stage area painted light blue with cloud-like paper adornments and lights strewn across it, a performer looks a bit like they're floating on air. Another of Glasslands' "charms" is their complete and total lack of air conditioning. I've referred the place as a sweatbox before because once it fills up it's brutal. But once Class Actress took the stage, the dimly-lit old factory now nearly completely darkened, I really didn't care anymore, and probably literally sweat my ass off dancing. It's hard not to get swept up in the energy of the show because of how Harper herself gets into her music, writhing along while she sings about yearning and longing.
One of the great things about this band is that being based in New York, it's pretty easy to catch a show with them, as they open for some fairly well-known acts pretty frequently. I found out last week that they'd be opening for Bear Hands at Highline Ballroom for a concert sponsored by Playboy (apparently having your concert sponsored by Playboy just means having a couple of unknown Playmates show up and play host with some recent issues of Playboy strewn across the bar). First up were openers Ha Ha Tonka, an odd choice as they were more a country-rock band which, on the surface, seemed to clash with Harper's pop-tronica. I did enjoy the rawness of Ha Ha Tonka's sound, and one of their songs, in the vein of old Negro spirituals, was the highlight of the night (although this particular song was accompanied with the Playmate hostesses on stage, which kind of ruined any gravity the song might have). Finally, it was time for Class Actress. I got a bit giddy watching the Actresses set up their equipment as my boyfriend and I lurked near the stage as non-creepily as possible. The first song was All the Saints, what I gleam to be one of the tracks off their upcoming full-length release. But I noticed something was off about this performance. Not that it takes a great voice to be a brilliant popstar, but Harper's voice was noticeably off-key. Whatever the troubles were, it seemed to leak onto her performance, and instead of her organic dance moves, she seemed to move jerkily around the stage as the songs went on. At the end of the Joy Division-reminiscent Let Me Take You Out, I anticipated Someone Real to be the next song, but Elizabeth abruptly cut the show short, whispering briefly to the keyboardist as they quickly left the stage. Unfortunately, I couldn't stay for Bear Hands, so having that be the end of my live music experience that night left me disappointed. I do hope the problem was just a one-off fluke, but I still have to say that I'm looking forward to catching Class Actress again sometime soon.
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