Pitchfork Opening Night

After a foolishly spitballed decision to walk from some random subway stop on Addison St. over to Metro, which we knew was somewhere on Clark St., and after walking what must have been at least a few miles in 85 degree night weather, Nathaniel and I hit up a cabbie to drop us off at the venue, where Pitchfork was having its pre-festival show with Sunset Rubdown, Voxtrot, The Joggers, and a few comedians. We were a bit late, showing up at the end of the comedians' runs (Aziz Ansari, who I was pretty much dying to see, got caught up in a black hole somewhere in NYC and couldn't make it). We also missed The Joggers, who probably would have done a much better job welcoming us to this glorious city than Voxtrot did. I mean, they're ok, a little too twee for me, like Arctic Monkeys if they grew up with abandonment issues instead of money and sex. I did have a lot of fun watching their bassist though...he's got more Paul McCartney going on than Paul himself (same guitar and haircut and Mr. Bean-like presence).

By the time Sunset Rubdown came on, we'd finished mingling with a few bloggers and I was looking forward to a show that would lessen my concentration on backpain and foot sores and more on a spectacle onstage. Spencer and his band completely delivered. I was a bit on the skeptical side, because I see SR as a kind of toned-down Wolf Parade, but literally every song was a knockout. There are a few songs on Shut Up I Am Dreaming that I like and have listened to frequently, but their performance Friday night egged me to give the album a few more spins (6 and counting, actually). Spencer's voice, while sometimes stretched too far, will never get old for me. That, and his band mate's frenetic guitar playing, and his lyricism, and the band's style--everything-- make this album, and this show, one of the best I've heard/seen all year. SR's performance was definitely a highlight of the festival. Check out some photos I snapped:









They played a few awesome new songs...and one that mysteriously sounded, slighly, like a new (live) Wolf Parade song called "Things I Don't Know" that I posted a while ago. There was a similar beat and a few similar lyrics... I always wondered how songwriters write for side projects, and whether they'll interchangeably use songs between bands. I guess Spencer does, if I'm right about the borrowed music. Anyway, here's my new favorite Sunset Rubdown song:

[MP3] Sunset Rubdown - I'm Sorry I Sang On Your Hands That Have Been In The Grave

Bonus MP3:

[MP3] Wolf Parade - Things I Don't Know (new live song)

I'll have a Photo Diary of the first day of the festival for you tomorrow morning, and then another one the next day, along with other festival commentary and photos and whatnot. Fun stuff, to be sure. More to come as I sit here alone in my $60/night O'Hare Airport Hilton, sipping on $7 mini-fridge cocktails and $3 airline-grade mini-packs of peanuts. Rock on.

The Format @ Exit/In, Nashville TN 7/23/06

I left my camera at home and had to borrow Joel's... Sorry if the quality is somewhat shoddy. Be sure to check out The Format's new site too! It's one of the coolest web pages I've seen in a long time and it was designed by the guys themselves.

The Futureheads @ The Paradise, 7/1/2006

The French Kicks @ The Paradise, 7/1/2006