Elaborate crystal gowns are a bitch to transport and “My Heart Will Go On” sounds great with an all you can eat buffet.
Posts Tagged: Live On Stage 2012
Borza held out the microphone giving everyone the few last chances to belt out the lines “We cannot give in, no matter what they will tell us our hearts were made to withstand”. As Honour Crest finished up and were headed off the stage, fans weren’t going anywhere and demanded they play another song
An “X”-Mas gift from us to you. Alyson Camus took many pictures and shot five videos and didnt stop until the Scroogey Security staff pulled the plug on her. What she caught in a shutter is amazing…enjoy!
He used the whole crowd-surface as Jesus-Christ-turned-evil walking on water,… you would think this would finally collapse, but no, each time Spielman was back on stage faster than the light, swimming his way back through a sea of hands, legs and other body parts
This is this time of the year when we have to decide about the best songs, albums, concerts and make our 2012 best-of list. I haven’t been to as many concerts as the previous years, blame it on my ever-more-demanding job and a bad schedule that forced me to wake up at dawn, but I saw some good ones nevertheless
With his smart mixture of loud, fast, garage-punk-rock and some surf-y-psychedelic detours à la The Oh Sees, they brought the energy to the roof as soon as they started their set, and damn, they were good! It sounded a little retro and totally fresh at the same time, never nostalgic
Wearing rudely tight purple spandex pants, a ripped Sex Pistols t-shirt, and sporting a ‘70s style Afro, he made repeated lascivious comments to the ticket buying females and shouted about “THE REVOLUTION” between songs, except when he was spewing obscenities
We all passionately sang, closing our eyes and yelling the words back at him. I think we all walked away with the final line of the tune ringing over and over in our heads: “I have no faith but it’s all I want to be loved and believe in my soul, in my soul.”
I couldn’t help but sing really loud like an idiot and not care. I adore this song and I can’t even express how in love I am with it. It was such a good feeling yelling the lyrics next to others who were doing the same- it was a community.
I’ve never been to a show with as much crowd participation in my entire life. It was stunning. I think the band was a bit taken aback, too. An overwhelming amount of noise and motion and excitement ensued
A brand new Broadway musical is opening this spring with a pretty interesting story line. Perhaps you have heard of the contests to win a prize, the challenge being you must keep your hand on something for hours and hours
Morrissey’s voice was impeccable; he is a truly consistently great musician This was when the crowd fell in love with him even more. The energy in the room shifted- there was a sense of togetherness, community, in the way that this song was carried out.
The energy simply wasn’t there. Morrissey wasn’t on fire and he certainly wastn having fun. Even during the encore he opted to do “Let Me Kiss You” instead of leaving us fired up on pop. I cant blame the crowd alone but I have seen enough footage of live Moz to know that he absolutely loves what he does and has a blast. He wasn’t having a blast Saturday night.
The music captured that ‘Americana’ feeling without overdoing it, the high-pitched vocals were harmonizing with each other at each song and they had catchy-enough choruses to make people tap their feet and sing-along.
Kneeling on stage, Amanda was holding her banjo player by the waist during most of ‘Polly’, giving the best banjo blowjob people had ever seen. The Radiohead cover was cleaner and quieter, and at this point I was wondering whether they would play some of their own songs.
This woman can painlessly reach highs that many only dream of, and her voice approaches perfection each time,.. well she is in fact a true classically trained soprano, and goes into operatic delivery many times during a show.
Despite all my efforts to try to find Paul Banks’ own musical identity, I couldn’t chase Interpol from my mind and that was his curse
Farrar was moving like a beaten down old man, he was squirming like a fish out of water, limping like a hurt man and bending over like someone with a terrible stomach ache
I wasn’t there for ambience I was there for Lions Lions. The Boston based ‘post hardcore’ band who has been getting a whole lot of attention in the local scene lately and who’s album “To Carve Our Names” has been on repeat with me for awhile.
Geri Halliwell, Melanie Brown and Emma Bunton struted their stuff with Beckham at the closing ceremonies of the London Olympics. Adorable enough with their 80’s bubblegum pop, the crowd adored them. The tabloids went nuts, could a reunion be forth coming?
Why would you want to pay to see the top 9 finalists of this crap program for an hour and a half? Why? Is there nothing left in the world better to occupy your time with?
A fantastic rendition of “Three Little Birds” which is adorable when you swap in an Irish accent for the Jamaican. I love Larry Kirwan’s vocals and energy. He took that crowd and owned them like a cool MC, unfortunately he was playing to the throngs of drunk bikers.
A soft calm intro that shakes you out of your lull and beckons you to join them on a musical roller coaster from white boy rap to punk rock screaming to a acid trip frip. Their sound almost as awkward as their band name.
The sight of the crowd that had amassed around the small stage at the far end of the room stood as proof of the conjoined anticipation for the night’s line-up. To the surprise of many, the show had actually sold out in advance, predictably leaving several kids scrambling over unwanted tickets.
As tribute to her father and a skip down memory lane Martins shows accentuate the positive and give insight to life as a Martin. Although it wasn’t a world of on liners and romance tunes it was an almost stereotypical Italian/American American dream
The saxophones almost dominated the music at times, marking the tempo, constantly adding punch with their squawks in series, responding to Nick’s guitar and his light dose of garage rock and touch of surfing, whereas the rest was all voices and rhythms with bongos and tambourines, light drumming and bass. In these times of electronic and ultra-layered music
Her youthful and vulnerable vocals mixed with breezy piano ballads had a sort of Jon Brion-esque soundtrack touch, like in ‘Tie Me Down’ or ‘Days Like These’… and the nostalgic or sometimes mocking tango keys on ‘Kachmare’ were fitting her stories of heartbreaks and longings.
He was effectively smiling a lot during the whole set, and especially talking a great deal between songs, making the crowd laugh with dirty jokes of toilet-adult-reading about transvestites with whip. Not too many people couldn’t afford to break the rhythm of a show with long talkative interludes like the ones he did,
The shouted and raucous vocals were cutting the haze of the tempestuous guitar-bass, and the result was not that head-banging, rather mechanical. Was it mathcore, post-metal, progressive, experimental?
By his relaxed attitude and blond-hair-beard-hippie physique, the singer/frontman reminded me a little bit about a figure such as Alex Ebert from Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros, he had this charismatic side minus the Woodstock-guru approach
The band was originally formed by Stakee and Terry Wolfers (who plays bass) and they are originally from London via Sweden but are now based in New-York while projecting a certain romantic idea of Southern America music and having adopted a Canadian-sounding moniker,… confused? You shouldn’t be
If Fitz put a spin on good old Rhythm & Blues, a Yellow Alex collective’s performance is a serious funk-soul revival with some super high-energy numbers, top-notch choreographed dance moves, and obvious visions of Prince himself.
Heavy handed on the technology I Fight Dragons got dubbed ‘ninetendocore’ on their Wikipedia. Who’s the cheeseball that did that. Granted they use gamboy controllers as instruments and yeah their work has been used by video games but can we pause a bit here to really appreciate them as musicians?
I was in complete unknown territory, in weirdland… but as I was looking at the people around me, I realized the crowd was as diverse as it could possibly be, made of a guy in full punk attire, a trance-dance woman deeply into the music – who had warned me she wanted to save her dance space
Their music has been qualified of ‘chilly’ and I would say it is a good idea of their sound, which focused on surreal and astral synth swirls, wrapping their songs just below the floating female vocals. The drumming was minimal and often limited to cymbal use
I adore this kid and from the first time he (literally) fell off his tour bus in Boston and threw his arms around me like I was his long lost mother at the Breathe Carolina show, I have had a soft spot for the little white rapper who oozes positivity like a pierced jello mold
The Neighbourhood (yes with a u) had these hook-the-crowd melodies infused with indie pop and R&B, a little dreamy, a little nostalgic and well served by the soulful voice of their frontman Jesse James Rutherford, whose body seemed to be covered by tattoos.
A clean-shaved Matisyahu appeared on stage around 11 pm, young and smiling a lot, a glass of champagne in one hand, the mic in the other one. The numerous young women who had packed the small club all around the stage, couldn’t contain their excitation
What was also remarkable was the instantaneous catchiness of some songs as they triggered a warm response from the Saint Motel public. There were a few spine-tickling soaring choruses, a few stormy and passionate moments, some almost-a-capella harmonies, and even a few foot-tapping songs
The show was effectively a real success, as the quartet brought the energy to the high-ceiling chandeliers of the El Rey a few times during their set, and the crowd provided a feedback matching the effervescence on stage…. Did I see a few crowd surfers? Yes!
On Friday night, the San Francisco quartet Sonny and the Sunsets was playing at the Echo, and, right away, I definitively liked Sonny’s funny and unassuming talk, relax attitude, constant smiling face and ‘Madness takes its toll’ t-shirt.
Not only their sound was bigger than the room, but Hayes was all arms-in-the-air, mimicking the music with all kinds of dramatic and over-the-top gestures, while singing along their strong rocking numbers with a powerful voice ranging from a melodramatic tone to operatic howls
They are from Venice, California, and images of the famous beach were accompanying their performance on a screen, however I had more southern-rock than beach-surf-rock visions when listening to them. From Venice, they probably had that sort of free spirit and laid back attitude
It was a good choice for a band which was opening for Blind Pilot, and the young crowd reacted with enthusiasm to their upbeat and catchy rhythms, even clapping along a few times,… what is the deal with all that clapping anyway?
There was something very natural and calming about their performance, with the gentle guitar strumming, the contained and sparse drumming. However, the music could engage the audience in a lot of clapping as their sound was growing louder and more upbeat on some songs
Scream It Like You Mean it has become one of he most anticipated shows of summer. Its like the prequel to Warped and Mayhem. Gets us New Englanders ready for all the festivals. The difference, and its a great difference is that the shows are much smaller and much more friendly.
Antonee First Class, the ‘Toaster’ adds a wonderful element. Not quite Wakelings straight man and not the flamboyance of former Beater Ranking Roger, I found him to be charismatic and ridiculously talented. I would have loved more movement from him but hey the stage was small.
The red-light and fog-machine ambiance was just increasing a certain idea of danger which was escaping from their music, going from a car-chase soundtrack to a spacey-shoegaze-psychedelic rock to a new-wave-techno dance for a dark nightclub after midnight hours
I was first disconcerted by their weird and eclectic range,.. were they pop, electronic, funky, bluesy, rock, and what else? Each song had its bag of surprises and more shifts in the same song than you would think you could handle, but miraculously, it was working.
With their bouncy youth-hymns and their shouted vocals, they filled up the room with a trashy-careless attitude and some sunny arrangements. Especially, their blond-hair frontman and singer, Mario Cuomo, was some sight: Moving all over the place, his drunken dance had probably found some inspiration in someone like Iggy Pop