Wednesday, March 08, 2006

A Stroke Below Par.

Hmmm, wherever shall I begin? Thanks to Kyle for the last minute ticket to the sold out (even though there were plenty of empty seats) Strokes show tonight, and for the title of this post. For weeks now, I have been hearing everyone talk about how pumped they are about seeing the Strokes play the Tabernacle. The show, as I stated earlier, was sold out and has been for a while. I eagerly jumped at the chance to go when I was informed of an extra ticket floating around about an hour before the show. I get to the Tabernacle to sit through quite possibly the longest set-up imaginable for a band. Finally, the lights went down and the fivesome entered the stage. Actually, it was more like they moseyed out on stage. Very nonchalantly and with more than a twinge of arrogance, lead singer Julian Casablancas took his place in front of the mic stand and began to sing the opening song. The only thing I could think of was that he looked like he just walked off the set of Fast Times at Ridgemont High with his clunky white high tops and black denim. I did, however, really enjoy the Coca-Cola t-shirt Fab Moretti was sporting while atop his drum riser.

After about the third song, I began to realize how bored I was. I caught myself staring at the painted black asterisks on the ceiling of the Tabernacle and pondering what kind of ladder it must have taken to paint them. This is something that should not be looked at when a band with as much hype as the Strokes is playing on stage. I decided to look down on the stage and try to keep my attention there, but honestly, the chick that was dancing all over the wall of the balcony like it was a pole at Fannie's Show Bar was more interesting than the (what appeared to be) very intoxicated Mr. Casablancas. When I was finally able to pull my eyes off this chick, I became in tune with the display of lights on stage, which I must say were beautiful in that Lite Brite kind of way. It is evident that in order to make up for the lackluster performance onstage, The Strokes must use an array of distracting lights and backdrops so that maybe you won't notice how bad they suck.

Think I'm being harsh? The people seated next to me left about halfway through the set, which was well over an hour long. Through further observation, I noticed that the looks on the faces of those surrounding me were somber and filled with disappointment. I can't say that I blame them. The worst thing that could possibly happen to a fan is to see a band they love get on stage and make them question why they bothered to spend hard earned money on a ticket to watch a guy swagger around stage in an inebriated state and scream lyrics into a microphone. Shame, shame, I know your name. (Insert frowny emoticon here) Overall, I'd have to say that this was more painful than when I let that guy stick a needle through the cartilage in my nose.

Sidenote: I was just informed that Julian doesn't drink anymore. So, I may be wrong in my assumption that he was schnockered. Thank you.
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