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Last night I attended my first concert in Mershon Auditorium, and also my first Feist experience. I love going into a show, having no expectations, and walking out pleasantly surprised. Feist is so much more than that “1,2, 3, 4” song.
I caught a bit of The Low Anthem and after a quick set change, Feist began to play without introduction. The band included a drummer, three whimsical, flowy-ambience inducing back-up singers, and two renaissance men, who switched from instrument to instrument with ease.
My only complaint was our tight audience. I can’t remember the last time I sat down for a concert. Maybe high school, during an assembly? Only after Feist acknowledged the boring audience would they clap along with her. Finally, when people started to stand up, the rest of the audience did so as well, but it seems only because they were not able to see. Everyone stood still, heads cocked to one side, in a trance by the melodic voice of Feist, utterly enamored by the charm of her sound that was so subtle, yet so powerful. Some danced in the aisles, but I only noticed those with high ponytails and moccasin sandals fully letting themselves go. But this has nothing to do with Feist. Her and her band were energetic and eager to get the crowd involved.
Harmonies were tight. So tight, that it sounded like the sounds bellowing out from Feist and the three swaying back-up singers were produced by a MAC computer. Her voice was that of a songbird in love or even in despair on a spring day. To say Feist is underrated is an understatement. There was a projection of abstract art in the beginning of the set and later transitioned to a layering of close-ups of Feist and her guitar or her band, while the shadows of the swaying dancers layered on top. It was a little off-putting and reminded me of an old episode of Soul Train.
“Mushaboom” by Feist will always be my favorite:
Dearest Feist, you have honestly gained my respect as well as a new fan. If you haven’t checked her out, do it. You might be surprised.
Horse baloney. I was there, too. Sound was bad — couldn’t hear any of the lyrics in that barn. First time I’ve listened to her at any length, and it was a disappointment. As everyone “standing still”, “in a trance”, it’s becuase her songwriting is frankly boring, and both harmonically and melodically; it’s as if she’s never heard of a bridge. And if you play only two or three up-tempo tunes in a whole concert, why should anyone stand?
Really, she lost a listener.
Raggedclaws, as you know so much about bridges why not find one and jump off it. ZING!
Dude, when’s the last time you’ve been to a concert where people are moving around and it’s not because there’s been a shooting? People don’t move at freakin’ Girl Talk concerts. Geez louise, willya getta loada dis guy…
Knowing you’re not going to be at her next show is a plus for everyone else.
“Dude”? What’re you, 12?
Read her review, Bub. Mack, she was complaining about no one moving. Pal, I was trying to point out that no one moved because Feist’s music was boring, not because the audience was. (Gee, Buddy, this is fun!) Try reading her review again, Ace — you know, where it says “the boring audience”.
I see you agree. Implicit in your dude-a-rific comment is that Girl Talk music is boring, hence no one moves.
12? Nah. How ’bout you? A/S/L?
It should be noted, Feist said something about the audience not being lively as well,so I wasn’t the only person with that observation.
To be exact, Feist (bless her, guitar-pickin’ soul) was demanding that the audience jump around like they were in the “hottest, sweatiest club” they could think of, but she wasn’t playing hot, sweaty club music. I still like her, but I resent the hell out of her signing on that bum-clenchingly boring, ball-less Low Anthem bollox. Time one will never get back…