May 22, 2006
So I've been a bit hobbled recently with a fractured fibula, aka broken leg, and am often faced with the cripple's conundrum, how do I get to shows? The answer is slowly. I made it out to see The Concretes, a sweet pop band who made the trip all the way from Sweden, (that relaxing country in northern Europe) to the Bowery Ballroom. I figured that they had flown across the Atlantic, the least I could do was hop five or six blocks. The security was nice enough to let me in the back way, avoiding those dastardly steps around nyc has been a new pastime of mine. The band filled with the stage with their eight members, and sang simple songs in English about unrequited love, mountains, and the sky. They even played a waltz in their encore and asked the audience to grab a partner and dance. I looked around for cripple girl to dance with but didn't find one. During my peformance of the difficult three-legged waltz I noticed an old Swedish friend and after the show asked for her thought. She said she enjoyed the show but the lead singer, who often seemed childlike, nervous, confused, and spacey was putting on act for the Americans, and that when playing in Sweden, has a totally different stage presence. My friend seemed offended by it. I enjoyed when the horns would chirp and they reminded me of a lighter poppy Belle and Sebastian. My cool waiter Danny, at the local organic eat spot described them as soft, precious harps. Check out the Concretes if you feel like floating for a while, I know I do.
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bowery ballroom, the concretes
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