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So, I'm taking a break from my blog's indefinite hiatus to lament the indefinite hiatus of Sleater-Kinney.
And now, just like Vanessa Regrave, I'm gonna haul ass to Lollapalooza! I paid almost 80 bucks (fuck you, TicketBastard!) to see one band play for one hour. But I just had to, you know? This will be the fifth time I've seen them play, and I know if I don't go it'll be their greatest show ever, with weeping and screaming and Janet Weiss ascending into the heavens on a magic pony, and I will regret it my whole life.
So I'm braving the stanky hordes of teens and hipsters, hoping I don't feel like the oldest, lamest person ever, just to spend one final hour getting as close to their music as my eardrums will allow. And then I'll go home. Sigh.
Oh, well. At least Team Dresch is getting back together.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled nothing.
Edit: Hey, did you want a review of the show? It. Was. Awesome.
Here's the set list (I wrote it down, just for you!):
Light Rail Coyote
What's Mine is Yours
Let's Call it Love/Entertain
Turn It On
They played for their allotted hour, no encores, very little stage chat. They looked relaxed and played the hell out of their set. I saw them last year touring for "The Woods," and their improvisation and solos seemed much more comfortable and intuitive this time. I usually stand so I can watch Janet, but this time I could only see Carrie clearly (their set was so packed -- glad I showed up an hour before the start!). Carrie is just such a fucking badass! My god! The Jumbotron kept showing closeups of her hands -- so confident, completely in control of the crowd. She was mesmerizing.
Despite the air of sadness hanging over the event, it was the most fun I've had at a show in so long (probably since I saw the Gossip opening for S-K in 2000). The audience sang along to a lot of stuff, especially during "Modern Girl," and there was much dancing. There was also a bizarre clap-along-to-the-cowbell during "Sympathy." I asked my friend if people knew they were rocking out to a song about Corin's son being born 9 weeks premature, and she said, "You notice it's only the guys clapping." Heh. (When I saw them perform this song on the "One Beat" tour, Corin wailed over the guitar at the end with such raw emotion that it brought tears to my eyes. I still can hear that song without crying.)
Except for "Turn It On," which I don't think I've ever seen them perform live, almost everything came from the last three records. No "I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone" or "One More Hour" (my personal favorite) or "Dig Me Out." But I'm not complaining -- it was such a strong set (the only song I didn't love was "Ironclad," one of my least favorites). When I saw them last year, I actually checked my watch during the extended "Let's Call It Love" jamming, which just felt loud and abrasive and not particularly interesting. But this time I just couldn't get enough. The segue into "Entertain" (instead of "night light") was inspired. The show just built up such intensity -- and good will -- that by the end, I didn't feel like I was losing something. I was worried the whole show would be mournful and bleak. Instead I just felt well and properly rocked and went home in such high spirits that I couldn't get to sleep.
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So I hear that the show was pretty good.
jima @ 08/04/2006 09:57 PM CST