Hello, world. Yes, it's been a long time since Strug last posted (thanks to some little things called FINALZ and TRAVELING HOME and CHRISTMAS). But now it's post-Christmas and I'm getting a little antsy. So to combat this, I'm gonna go back and write some posts about some things that happened sometime in November. Yes, technically they are passe. But good shit happened, and I got decent-to-great pictures, so I want to write about it. Let's go.
First off, I want to write about the second best concert night of my life: November 15th, 2010, also known as the first of two performances by Mumford & Sons at Terminal 5.
GUYS, THIS IS A BIG DEAL FOR ME. This is the only band where I like every single song of theirs. That had never happened to me before (until I started a love affair with the Black Keys that continues to this day, but that's a totally different story). I had bands where I liked one album only to not mesh with the rest (hello, Arctic Monkeys and Jack Johnson). I had bands where I liked several songs off the album, but I despised, and therefore was always skipping through, a bunch of songs (yes, you, Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros, Justin Timberlake, and Sufjan Stevens). Then there were the bands where I liked a majority of the songs, but if I listened to them for more than, say, 10 minutes I slowly slipped into music-induced vegetative state (thanks, Bob Marley & the Wailers, Tim McGraw, and Aretha Franklin) -- that might work for some people, but I liked being an active listener, singing along and slowly bobbing my head with the music, my mouth contorted into a pose my dad likes to call the "White Man Overbite" (that's three separate links, folks: 'tis the season of giving).
But oh no. With Mumford, I start the album (Sigh No More for all y'all out there who aren't as diehard as me), and can listen all the way through, frequently singing along, maybe adding some foot stomping if the song calls for it and if I'm gettin' cray-zay.
Blah blah blah, I ramble.
Lady of the River
But the concert was Mumford, in all their British folksy acoustic poetic glory. And I loved every second of it.
Here's the setlist (if you want, I've included links to clips of the performance):
- Winter Winds (I was so happy that they played this, seeing as it's one of my faves -- in DC, they somehow skipped it, and I didn't leave until a good 30 minutes after the encore ended, thinking they'd come back on and perform. False. I was upset.)
- Below My Feet (Hadn't heard it before, but, duh, love it)
- Timshel
- I Gave You All (Sorry the link is so shitty. I had two clips to choose from, and the other one had some bitch singing along the whole time, so I was stuck with this.)
- Little Lion Man (SO MANY LIGHTS.)
- Lover of the Light (YES to multitasking: singing and drum playing at the same time.)
- After the Storm (Technically not from the night I saw them. Oh well.)
- Awake My Soul (Extra nice because they included a gorgeous fiddle part, a lil' bit of Secret of Roan Inish meets Braveheart.)
- Dust Bowl Dance (Always glad to see they can get a little angsty.)
- Lady of the River (ENCORE! With the two opening bands. And a killer fiddle solo. Maybe the single most entertaining song I've ever seen live.)
- The Cave (ENCORE! A standing bass is lifted into the air! Madness all around!)
Groovin'
Lady of the River
Lady of the River
ALSO, I have to give credit to the opening bands. First was King Charles, whose costume and hair were more memorable than his music (his songs were entertaining, but no great shakes).
Then there was Cadillac Sky, whose lead singer (the one who looks like a garden gnome) somersaulted onstage then proceeded to do a rendition of "Bootylicious," while a band member, wearing pretty flamboyant checked pants with even more flamboyant striped socks, looked on. Their songs were like, country-bluegrass-rock clusterfucks, but totally awesome. You know how sometimes there's a band, but no one can actually play the instruments (I'M LOOKING AT YOU, TAYLOR SWIFT), so they become more of a "band." Not the case with Cadillac Sky. Every damn member killed his respective solos. Like, woah. Take a listen to Trapped Under the Ice, Human Cannonball, Hangman, and Pitiful Waltz.
King Charles during Encore, With Hair, Minus Costume
Then there was Cadillac Sky, whose lead singer (the one who looks like a garden gnome) somersaulted onstage then proceeded to do a rendition of "Bootylicious," while a band member, wearing pretty flamboyant checked pants with even more flamboyant striped socks, looked on. Their songs were like, country-bluegrass-rock clusterfucks, but totally awesome. You know how sometimes there's a band, but no one can actually play the instruments (I'M LOOKING AT YOU, TAYLOR SWIFT), so they become more of a "band." Not the case with Cadillac Sky. Every damn member killed his respective solos. Like, woah. Take a listen to Trapped Under the Ice, Human Cannonball, Hangman, and Pitiful Waltz.
Gnome Man from Cadillac Sky
Cadillac Sky
Cadillac Sky
Cadillac Sky
-Lida
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