A few weekends ago I was fortunate enough to be offered two free tickets to go and see Modest Mouse perform in Harlem. Of course, I took the tickets and embarked on an extensive voyage into the nether regions of New York City, a place that has always been stereotyped as drug ridden and dangerous.
Upon reaching the venue, I was surrounded by a variety of hipsters, some old and some young, some granola and some corporate. While on one hand the crowd was very similar, it was also quite diverse. I guess I would attribute that to the recent popularity of Modest Mouse, starting with their last album and expanding even more so on their most recent, and quite good, album, We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank.
Sufficed to say, the show was brilliant. They played a mixture of tunes, some old and some new. Early on in the show Issac Brock [lead singer] said that he was sick and had been throwing up for the past three hours and for us to bear with him. After he finished the next song, he put his guitar down and ran backstage. The rest of the band covered for him, jamming out for about five minutes while the crowd restlessly stood awaiting Brock's return. Soon though, a familiar bassline broke out and Brock burst on stage with the most heartwrenching and emotional live performance I have ever seen. He absoulutely blew the crowd away with his passion as he sung Tiny Cities Made of Ashes and gave me goose bumps.
After a successful encore, the curtains closed on stage, leaving an emotionally battered yet elated crowd to find their way home from Harlem at 11:30 on a Sunday night. That's another blog post in itself.
1 comment:
the new spelling for hip is 'hyp.' get involved.
by the way, my boy josh and his wife are in nyc right now. yesterday he ordered a double americano in a soho cafe, and they didn't know what it was. care to explain that one, sammy?
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