Grizzly bear on Thursday night was everything I wanted. Possibly more. The audience was lovely. They knew their shit, were polite and filled the recital hall with good vibes. It was clear that the boys appreciated the warmth of their applause. There were no stupid kids calling out in the middle of songs, no loud horrible singing, and no requests...just a room full of cultured, calm music lovers.
Image courtesy of Bernard Zuel's review in the SMH Read it here.
I did have to chuckle when the girls in front of me pulled out their bottle of vodka and sipped quietly from the bottle cap. Funny how much classier it seems when we're all grown ups with rents to pay or mortgages to consider.
Oh and was it only me who couldn't help but take a sneaky look at Tim Freedman in rows in front? Man, that man only gets hotter with age. Surely. So Sydney.
Then I managed to make it to another show, The Books, 2 guys out of the US who thrift tapes and records. Anything from answering machine tapes, kids self recordings to spoken word and self help records. They then put these together, play live guitars, cello and vocals over the top and perfectly match them with old school video collages. Some straight from VHS complete with the lines across the middle. So sweet. Oh and they encored with the cover of the Nick Drake song that they recorded for the Dark Was The Night charity compilation last year with Jose Gonzales.And how cute is their website front page?
So good. Sydney in summertime is super!
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