I love Spoon. And I’m sure my review would look no different if the show had been horrible, but it wasn’t.
I’d never been to the Riviera before, so walking in maybe 20 minutes before the opening band (The Ponys) came on I was slightly surprised how small the crowd was for a sold out show. My friend and I made our way somewhat towards the center on the main floor but expected to soon be mobbed by people trying to aggressively, though sometimes rhythmically with the music, push their way towards the front. It never happened, even after Spoon came on. I was quite excited by this small thing, but when your head/face is at sweaty-man armpit height, you really appreciate it.
Anyway, so The Ponys opened, and I had heard of them but hadn’t really heard any of their music before Friday night. Not bad, but nothing amazing. Kind of your run-of-the-mill garage rock influenced indie band. The lead singer did have a glow-in-the-dark Halloween sweatshirt, though. Like +108 awesome points in my book.
Spoon came on and started off I think with The Fitted Shirt from 2001’s Girls Can Tell. There were some sound level issues for a couple of songs, but nothing too horrible. Spoon’s somewhat sparse sound seemed to work perfectly, though. Once we could actually hear the keyboard, at least. Playing a variety of songs from different albums worked out great, as it seems like there were different people screaming in the first few seconds of each of the songs, and that’s another thing I love about Spoon — different songs hit people differently. Some of the overall crowd favorites were (not surprisingly) I Turn My Camera On, You Got Yr Cherry Bomb, and The Way We Get By, which they played in the encore. I was surprised at how much I actually enjoyed The Ghost of You Lingers, the haunting and somewhat disjointed-feeling song from Ga(x5). I am impressed by most lights at concerts, but I really think they added a little something special for this song.
I’m realizing more and more that I suck at concert reviews, so here are a few more things I can think of: my highlights for the show were Vittorio E. and I Turn My Camera On. Vittorio E. is one of those songs you can just lose yourself in, and the simplicity of it lets you add your own element. And I’m not much of a dancer, but I Turn My Camera On had everyone doing a little bit more than your average hipsterheadnod. Oh, and the horns playing for The Underdog and a couple more were also fun.
Basically, it was everything I expected from the lovely Britt Daniel et al, but nothing too much more than that, though not in a bad way.
(Sidestory: Jim Eno raised his drumstick after the encore and my friend and I are convinced he was trying to throw it to us. However, a tall guy was able to reach out over our heads and grab it, but not before I could latch onto the butt end of the stick before I landed from my jump. He was holding it with two hands; I was still gripping it with one. We stood there for a little bit. I’m sure I made some slight tug at some point — I just really didn’t want to give up or let go. He made some awkward comment about the situation, and I laughed and let go. I should have yanked that drumstick out of his selfish hands and slapped his wrists with it, but I restrained myself. That seems to be my main regret of the night. Along with being right behind the girls who got the setlist and didn’t seem to know what to do with it.)
Here are some pictures: