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Those crazy guys...
Dec. 10th, 2001 09:33 amSo. They Might Be Giants. How were they?
They rocked. Hard. Admittedly, I was less than impressed at the fact that the tickets were marked 8:30 and yet nothing happened on stage for the best part of two hours, particularly when I had a party I also wanted to be at the same night.
Lazaro's Dog, an otherwise excellent support act, didn't endear themselves to most of the audience when they decided to open with the line "We have some bad news: They Might Be Giants couldn't make it tonight; neither could Lazaro's Dog. So you've got us, Du Hast, the Australian Rammstein show." I figured out who they were after some confusion, but they're not terribly well known, so when someone in the crowd demanded loudly to know who they were I wasn't too surprised. It was when they asked the same question of the Giants later in the night that got me...
But Lazaro's Dog got into gear and pumped it up, performing their hit "Home Entertainment System" as well as a surprisingly good cover of "Sway" and a number of songs about tits and/or arses.
But then, after an interval of half an hour or more, the main attraction took the stage.
I never realised that John Linnel looks and sounds astoundingly like David Spade. Despite his relative stillness (John Flansburgh was jumping about all over the stage), he conveyed a sense of fun and energy just playing a keyboard and grinning lop-sidedly.
These guys were having fun. It certainly seemed that way. They played hard, they sang hard, they improv'd hard. And they rocked. Hard. They even came back for two encores, although the audience worked hard for them. They were well worth the amount of noise we had to make.
The only small disappointment was that they didn't perform Particle Man, and hence didn't do the Particle Man dance (made famous for me by Ollie - and now I'm thinking of Ollie, I'm missing him, but I digress). Frustratingly, they plugged their late-addition to the tour - Sunday night's concert - explaining that it was a different show, the Flood show, in which the first 45 minutes would contain all the tracks from the popular album Flood in order ("If we can remember the order." "But through the miracle of teleprompters and other technology...").
Ah well. I had my night of TMBG. And by Bob, it rocked!
Hard.
They rocked. Hard. Admittedly, I was less than impressed at the fact that the tickets were marked 8:30 and yet nothing happened on stage for the best part of two hours, particularly when I had a party I also wanted to be at the same night.
Lazaro's Dog, an otherwise excellent support act, didn't endear themselves to most of the audience when they decided to open with the line "We have some bad news: They Might Be Giants couldn't make it tonight; neither could Lazaro's Dog. So you've got us, Du Hast, the Australian Rammstein show." I figured out who they were after some confusion, but they're not terribly well known, so when someone in the crowd demanded loudly to know who they were I wasn't too surprised. It was when they asked the same question of the Giants later in the night that got me...
But Lazaro's Dog got into gear and pumped it up, performing their hit "Home Entertainment System" as well as a surprisingly good cover of "Sway" and a number of songs about tits and/or arses.
But then, after an interval of half an hour or more, the main attraction took the stage.
I never realised that John Linnel looks and sounds astoundingly like David Spade. Despite his relative stillness (John Flansburgh was jumping about all over the stage), he conveyed a sense of fun and energy just playing a keyboard and grinning lop-sidedly.
These guys were having fun. It certainly seemed that way. They played hard, they sang hard, they improv'd hard. And they rocked. Hard. They even came back for two encores, although the audience worked hard for them. They were well worth the amount of noise we had to make.
The only small disappointment was that they didn't perform Particle Man, and hence didn't do the Particle Man dance (made famous for me by Ollie - and now I'm thinking of Ollie, I'm missing him, but I digress). Frustratingly, they plugged their late-addition to the tour - Sunday night's concert - explaining that it was a different show, the Flood show, in which the first 45 minutes would contain all the tracks from the popular album Flood in order ("If we can remember the order." "But through the miracle of teleprompters and other technology...").
Ah well. I had my night of TMBG. And by Bob, it rocked!
Hard.
