Wednesday, October 8, 2008

A Night with The Wedding Present

Monday night Liz and I braved the encroaching autumn chill to see a band. We don't venture out to the big city too often (in this case Cambridge), but any time The Wedding Present passes through it's pretty much a no-brainer. The band played The Middle East downstairs featuring fairly cheap 16oz cans of Pabst.

The Jealous Girlfriends opened, playing a set of contemporary alt rock tinged with a little Frank Zappa. (Liz disagreed. We didn't speak the rest of the night.) The singer's voice reminded me of Portishead. There were also nifty touches of Throwing Muses. Maybe I only think that because there were ladies in the band. Here I am watching the opening band over my shoulder:

Gedge and the current Wedding Present lineup of three young guns ripped through a set of about 20 songs reaching back through his catalog. High points included early stuff from his George Best, Bizarro, and Seamonsters days, nuggets from Hit Parade 1, the B-side Crawl, a random Cinerama tune, and a bunch of new stuff which was well served amped up live.

Here's Gedge and gang in a typical blur:

The guy's 48 and still moves like a dervish to keep up with his more youthful tunes that make ample use of the guitar-strum-on-crack velocity that equates to an aural sweet spot that no other band quite touches.

Gedge always writes about relationships. Usually the beginnings and endings. Somebody's always getting cheated on or left for somebody else. The often male protagonists are looking over their shoulders for the next chance, another choice, the next in line. Or they're anticipating getting broken up with. Sometimes they imagine throwing out the new guy's razor in a fresh ex's apartment.

Dell and Liz made up in time to give The Wedding Present two thumbs up (I did not get drunk, I was merely blinking in enthusiasm):

Define the Phrase

The phrase from the last post was Hog Grubber. The answer: A mean stingy fellow.

For this post, define Blunderbuss. Answer next post.

(From the 1811 Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue.)


Liz (made in lowell) said...

We did not fight! You are a fiction writer but I forgive you :)

Anonymous said...

Ah, for the days of pub crawling and 16 oz. Pabst Blue Ribbons. Sounds heavenly! You need to come to Cape Cod for Celtic music and Guinness pints. Love your new blog. Robin