112 / 113 – Band of Horses / My Morning Jacket – Saturday, August 18, 2012 – Merriweather Post Pavilion – Columbia, MD

The school year’s about to begin, and I’ve got a limited time to relax here in North Carolina’s Outer Banks, so this has to be a ‘live’ entry.  Here are the notes from the iPhone…

BAND OF HORSES:

--- “Funeral” rocks.  Usually, when I listen to albums in preparation for shows, the songs that stick out are the ones I’ve heard before – i.e. the hits.  In this case, I had never heard a single Band of Horses song before I started the albums, so there’s no way I could known which were popular.  And yet, when I listened to “Funeral,” their biggest hit, it stood out by a mile.  Even though I was half listening to it in between reps at the gym, it made an impression.  Like Arcade Fire's Funeral album, the song was more uplifting than depressing – it built, drove, and left you in awe.  If you’re reading this review and have not heard a Band of Horses song, this is where I’d start.

--- “Great Salt Lake” has more drive than it does on the album.  “Is There A Ghost” also sounds better live – especially the ‘I could sleep; I could sleeeep’ part.  For an opening band, they are making this look easy.

--- “Long Vows” is mediocre and “No One’s Gonna Love You [More Than I Do]” is kind of drippy.  “For Annabelle” is redeemed by the fact that Ben Bidwell performs the whole song with his infant daughter in his arms.  (Don’t worry; she has ear plugs.)    

--- “The General Specific” is catchy; “Cigarettes, Wedding Bands” is intense.  Both are really good.  “Cigarettes, Wedding Bands” somehow reminds me of Get Up Kids' “Walking on a Wire.”

--- They finish with a bluesy cover of Them Two’s “Am I A Good Man?”  Awww, a dad and his elementary school son are playing air drums on their knees in the audience!  Great ending.

Grade: B +

MY MORNING JACKET:

--- Heh, psychedelic intro.  Much stronger, clearer vocal than Band of Horses.

--- “Outta My System” -- I actually know this one!  Catchy chorus, although the guitar is a bit too twinkly. Mini rock out at the end rescues it.

--- Lol at the yellow and blue cape outfit during “Aluminum Park.”  Intermittent Bingo Night sound of the keyboard is distracting.  Intermittent flying glow sticks are cool.

--- “Mageetah” is decent until the return of the polka party.  Hmm, police sirens transition into mood music, and then back to polka at the end.  Man, these guys are so hard to categorize – as is the audience.  The only thing uniting them is that they're...white.

--- “Phone Went West” is awkward calypso; “Wonderful” is mediocre except for the Radiohead ooohs at the end.

--- Lead singer Jim James finally talks.  He says “I've got that old time feeling” in a shaky preacher voice -- even though he looks like a younger member of The Grateful Dead.

--- "War Begun” / “I Will Sing Songs” is my favorite so far.  It's so chill.  The chillness allows all of the experimental elements to connect -- there are no off-putting distractions.  Whoa, even an unexpected vocal return at the end.  

--- Coming right after “War Begun,” “I’m Amazed” seems aptly named.  HA, even the plinking keyboard is starting to work.  I'm getting swept up.

--- “I Think I’m Going to Hell” has pacing, “Cobra” has spotlights, and “Holdin' Onto Black Metal” has swagger.  No wonder the crowd is so into everything.  I’ve gotta prepare more next time…

Grade: B+

110 / 111 – Motley Crue / Kiss Friday, July 20, 2012 – Jiffy Lube Live – Bristow, VA

MOTLEY CRUE:

The closest I’d been to Motley Crue before this concert was AC/DC three years ago.  Both bands can be loud, crude, and explosive; both shows were the musical equivalent of a monster truck rally.  The difference with Motley Crue, though, was that they rarely went beyond spectacle.  AC/DC combined its dumb fun with great solos (Angus Young’s seven-minute, full-body spin during “Let There Be Rock”) and great songs (“Hell’s Bells,” “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap”).  Motley Crue just screeched a bunch of bad words like they were nine years old.  During one song, they literally spelled out a bodily function on a t-shirt, in flashing lights, and in a pre-song explanation.  (It had been hard to decode the lyrics the first two ways, but by the pre-song explanation, I finally got it.)

Disappointing as the lack of music or depth was, the show was not a total loss.  I had to admit it was genuinely cool seeing Tommy Lee play the drums as he and a woman from the audience flipped upside down on this Zipper-like carnival ride.  It was also nice that the pouring rain that fell during the ride to GPS-hating Bristow immediately stopped at the start of the concert.  Since no one was drowning in rain, they could appreciate the water that was sprayed from the stage after the thunderclap in "Primal Scream.”  I would have appreciated a comma in the “Thank You Virginia” banner at the end of the show, but that’s probably too much to expect from Motley Crue…

Grade: C+  

KISS:

Other than Tommy Lee’s upside-down drumming, Kiss improved on Motley Crue in every possible way:

Style: Gene Simmons soaked up all the world’s glitter during “Detroit Rock City,” spit blood during “Bass Solo,” shot a bazooka during “Shock Me,” and flew across the stage while spinning a flaming stick during “Firehouse.”  He then accurately described all this as “bada--.”     

Substance: “Shout It Out Loud” was crazy catchy; “Love Gun,” “Black Diamond,” and “War Machine” all featured solid instrumentals.  The endless confetti and fireworks during “Rock and Roll All Nite Long” might seem like pure style, but they actually fit the message of the song.  

Amusement: Watching a nebbishy dad flip out during “Shock Me”’s guitar solo was hilarious.  Virtually everything Gene Simmons said was hilarious because of that absurd voice.  He sounded like the Queen of England…if the queen happened to be Jewish, covered in face paint, and a man.  It was especially funny when he promoted his Hell or Hallelujah album by saying “today I bought it myself on iTunes!”

I doubt I’ll be going out of my way to listen to new Kiss songs, and their shtick might become stale if I saw them a second time, but it was definitely an enjoyable show.  

Grade: B+

ENDNOTES:

1.  This was the first night of both bands’ tour.  Somehow it took me 110 concerts to attend a concert at the start of a tour.   

2.  Jiffy Lube Live is huge -- way bigger than Merriweather Post Pavilion.  That doesn’t necessarily mean better, but it is significant.

109 – Wilco – Tuesday, July 17, 2012 – Wolftrap – Vienna, VA

It’s impossible for me to not enjoy a Wilco show.  Songs like “Impossible Germany,” “Art of Almost,” “Heavy Metal Drummer,” and “A Shot in the Arm” are so inarguably great, I will never leave unhappy.  There were other aspects of this specific show I enjoyed: recognizing “War on War,” “I Might,” and “Ashes of American Flags” from the first few notes, seeing the drummer stand on his instrument during “I’m the Man Who Loves You,” and hearing them play the Kiss-referencing “Heavy Metal Drummer” three days before attending a Kiss concert.  I also appreciated the fact that they did not play “Spiders,” “Hummingbird,” OR “Jesus Etc.”  Don’t get me wrong; I love each of those songs.  Not playing them, though, keeps the audience honest, making them recognize that the band won’t just trot out the same songs each show.  It also increases their hunger for the songs next time.  

Speaking of next time, I hope Wilco does NOT do any of the following things at the next show:

--- Go on a seven-song Alienation March at the start.  A few dark, feedback-y tracks keep the audience honest and enhance the lighter ones.  Seven just make people feel depressed.

--- Play “One Sunday Morning”!  It starts off all intimate, echoey, and warm, so you think you’ll like it.  Then you sit through another eleven minutes of nothingness (including four minutes of silence!), and you definitely do not.

--- Allow Jeff Tweedy to say “I’m not going to talk your ear off tonight.  I don’t have much to say.”  Tweedy’s wit improves each show; not hearing it takes away from it!  Hope his one-liners are back full force next time.

--- Incorporate that bizarre thunderclap into “Via Chicago.”  It worked as a change of pace when I heard it at Merriweather last year, just as Foo Fighters’ extended bluesy “Monkey Wrench” worked at Verizon Center, but I would not want to hear either again.  The first time both could be considered bold experiments.  The second time they just seem like indulgent mistakes.

--- End with covers of other bands.  Concluding with “California Stars” and “Hoodoo Voodoo,” two songs I had never heard of, was disappointing.  Oh well, it will not be Woody Guthrie’s 100^th birthday next time, so I’m sure Wilco will go back to finishing strong.

Grade: B