In the past week, I had the opportunity to see two bands that released amazing records in or around 1980, one of the most important years in my record collection (another is 1987).
On Wednesday it was Wire at the Middle East. Their first three records (“Pink Flag,” “Chairs Missing,” “154″) assemble a variety of different-sounding songs, with each subsequent record reaching in slightly different directions. I like them, but I don’t love them. But I felt I needed to go, being that they are an “influential” band and all. I also bought their last two records, one released this year (“Send,” “Object 47″) – and I can’t say I love them either. They’re both a bit less varied and unusual sounding, with the former sounding rather assaultive and the latter a bit like one single song. As for the show – I got there early, dutifully arriving at 9ish, and found there would be a DJ until 10:30 when the band went on. That meant I had at least a beer more than I needed while waiting.
At the Middle East, I always have a hard time seeing the band (being short of stature) unless I stand on the raised bit to the left side of the stage. However, the sound is poor in that spot, as you’re getting walloped by the speakers from only one side of the stage. I had the sense this evening that the sound was particularly sludgy, as I couldn’t make out lyrics or really tell the difference between the sound of one song and the next. It was just a wall of bass. At the end of the show, I moved to the middle of the floor to see if the sound was better there, and I can’t say that it was. Apparently the band played mostly new stuff, and I suppose that I wasn’t sufficiently prepared, as I recognized none of it. And, with a show ending around midnight, I was asleep on my feet. Which is not Wire’s fault. I had had an unusually busy day that day anyway.
Saturday saw the Feelies at the Roxy. I had spent part of the day trying to sell an extra ticket on Craigslist, and had a buyer in the form of an excitable 21-year-old and his friend. I felt like I had done a good job selling to them – they both stood front and center, right at the monitors, and the boy asked lead singer Glenn Mercer for his guitar pick at the end of the show, which I thought was adorably hero-worshipful for a young man who was young enough to have been Mercer’s son.
As for the show, the sound was much better (as is often the case at the Roxy) and since the band started around 8:30, I was awake and willing to wiggle my way down front. I gotta say, I love these shows where the majority of the audience is even older than myself, as I can be sure that I won’t be knocked down my any stage diving or crushed by moshing. Yes, I think I am old.
I am pleased to report that it was a really good show. They played loads from “Crazy Rhythms” and “Only Life,” two records that I quite admire, and even added in a few new songs. The band was rehearsed within an inch of their lives – they played better together after a hiatus of many years than many extant bands I’ve seen on regular tour. My only sadness: they didn’t play my favorite of their songs, “Moscow Nights.” I don’t know what it is about these bands reuniting and playing in Boston and not playing my favorite songs; for example, when the Go-Betweens came on their “Friends of Rachel Worth” tour, they didn’t play “Cattle and Cane.” The Go-Betweens song sits definitively within my top ten favorite songs – “Moscow Nights” is close.
Getting home at 11pm, I appreciated the early night, thanks to the Roxy turning into a dance night after the old rockers go home. And I have been re-listening to the Feelies records and appreciating them even more. Some have been re-released, some not yet, so look for them! I just have copies of vinyl, transferred to CD and then moved to iPod, so the sound could probably be better.
And no, I went to neither Gloucester cyclocross race. I decided that it would be more fun for me to ride my bike than to drive somewhere to watch other people ride their bikes. Sorry, local riders.