the cribs! the cribs!
Apr. 5th, 2008 09:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
duchess_of_pielast night = the last date on the cribs tour. el ray theatre. it was pretty rowdy.
first off, el rey is an amazing venue. it's one of those 1920's, chandeliered one-screen movie houses revamped. beautiful. carpeted, lights on the floor around the dance pit, seats along the sides, a VIP balcony with tables and a bar with a waiter, precious.
opening: jeffrey lewis and his nutty storytelling songs. he had a cute awkward girl with him on keyboards and a french guy joining them on ukelele. dude's stuff was kitchy and honest. i liked him. we went to the show with a jeffrey lewis fan, so it was fun to see the usually-so-stoic simon a little more smiley for once.
next: ra ra riot. i wasn't too impressed with the offerings of cribs t-shirts on sale. the white one was awesome...but it was...white. however. there was a yellow ra ra riot shirt with aqua horses and their name in red. i told gabe, if i end up liking these guys, i'm buying that shirt. and i'm wearing it this morning. they're like vampire weekend gone dance-rock, and i think i might love them. the cello player is the cutest girl i ever saw, and she was the one who sold me the shirt later. yay.
once their set was winding down, i set off for the bathroom and stood in line with the jeffrey lewis girl. a couple of very hollywood/annorexic/boobilicious/carmen diaz lookin' skanks decided it was okay to cut in line and each take forever and then disappear together into one of the three stalls, and i was VERY close to getting rowdy about it...if it wasn't for meek jeffrey lewis girl standing next to me. getting into a shit match with self-entitled bitches was not as fun as talking with her.
then we had the cribs. and all hell broke loose. they cranked the sound, so a lot of their songs were pretty noisy rather than melodic. ryan did a lot of tone-deaf screaming of lyrics. they stuffed the set list (as i heard it from siri in minneapolis) with about three more songs, and when they got to the end, they just yelled out that this was it, hold on tight, three more songs, no encore, get the fk out. they dedicated songs to their family dog--pictured on the kick drum--kicked water bottles into the audience, and ross got to standing on his drum stool a lot. during the first song, about 15 people in the pit fell over and it sent a wave of falling people all the way back to us on the side. lots of crowd surfing, most of which ended up on stage and were whisked away by the bouncers. some of them were simply PUSHED BACK INTO THE CROWD FROM THE STAGE by the bouncers. that was hilarious. some people just climbed up on the stage...i'd say a good 30 to 40 people got up there all told. one guy got up to the drum stand and almost got over the kick drum at ross before he was dragged off. another few got at gary, one of them hugging him from the front and trying to hump his guitar. someone flung water onto the stage in the space between songs and--of the list i knew--it was right before "mirror kissers" (which is a BIG hit of theirs). ryan looked like he was going to kill them. that glare! i shouted at gabe to watch out (he was on the edge of the pit), 'cause the next song was going to get wild. and it did. people came out from the pit having been punched or fallen from surfing. there was lots of shift in the crowd. amazing. at the end, ryan took off his grungy 2002 tour shirt and flung himself into the crowd. what i wouldn't have given to be one of the hands that caught him.
all told...that was a good good good rock and roll show. i need that. it's been a while.
first off, el rey is an amazing venue. it's one of those 1920's, chandeliered one-screen movie houses revamped. beautiful. carpeted, lights on the floor around the dance pit, seats along the sides, a VIP balcony with tables and a bar with a waiter, precious.
opening: jeffrey lewis and his nutty storytelling songs. he had a cute awkward girl with him on keyboards and a french guy joining them on ukelele. dude's stuff was kitchy and honest. i liked him. we went to the show with a jeffrey lewis fan, so it was fun to see the usually-so-stoic simon a little more smiley for once.
next: ra ra riot. i wasn't too impressed with the offerings of cribs t-shirts on sale. the white one was awesome...but it was...white. however. there was a yellow ra ra riot shirt with aqua horses and their name in red. i told gabe, if i end up liking these guys, i'm buying that shirt. and i'm wearing it this morning. they're like vampire weekend gone dance-rock, and i think i might love them. the cello player is the cutest girl i ever saw, and she was the one who sold me the shirt later. yay.
once their set was winding down, i set off for the bathroom and stood in line with the jeffrey lewis girl. a couple of very hollywood/annorexic/boobilicious/carmen diaz lookin' skanks decided it was okay to cut in line and each take forever and then disappear together into one of the three stalls, and i was VERY close to getting rowdy about it...if it wasn't for meek jeffrey lewis girl standing next to me. getting into a shit match with self-entitled bitches was not as fun as talking with her.
then we had the cribs. and all hell broke loose. they cranked the sound, so a lot of their songs were pretty noisy rather than melodic. ryan did a lot of tone-deaf screaming of lyrics. they stuffed the set list (as i heard it from siri in minneapolis) with about three more songs, and when they got to the end, they just yelled out that this was it, hold on tight, three more songs, no encore, get the fk out. they dedicated songs to their family dog--pictured on the kick drum--kicked water bottles into the audience, and ross got to standing on his drum stool a lot. during the first song, about 15 people in the pit fell over and it sent a wave of falling people all the way back to us on the side. lots of crowd surfing, most of which ended up on stage and were whisked away by the bouncers. some of them were simply PUSHED BACK INTO THE CROWD FROM THE STAGE by the bouncers. that was hilarious. some people just climbed up on the stage...i'd say a good 30 to 40 people got up there all told. one guy got up to the drum stand and almost got over the kick drum at ross before he was dragged off. another few got at gary, one of them hugging him from the front and trying to hump his guitar. someone flung water onto the stage in the space between songs and--of the list i knew--it was right before "mirror kissers" (which is a BIG hit of theirs). ryan looked like he was going to kill them. that glare! i shouted at gabe to watch out (he was on the edge of the pit), 'cause the next song was going to get wild. and it did. people came out from the pit having been punched or fallen from surfing. there was lots of shift in the crowd. amazing. at the end, ryan took off his grungy 2002 tour shirt and flung himself into the crowd. what i wouldn't have given to be one of the hands that caught him.
all told...that was a good good good rock and roll show. i need that. it's been a while.
