Beck Review
Beck rocked, but he was short. Only one hour and fifteen minutes. I want him to rock one of our parties someday. I have a feeling he could kick it all night. But singing up there on the stage of the Fillmore, it has to be daunting. That room is thick with history, and there were moments when Mr. Hanson filled it completely. Broken Drum turned the place into a thumpin' funkgroove. Guero grew a dance party. Some songs he gave the full treatment too, but others were part of the medley just before the middle of the show.
There were marionettes behind them the entire time. The puppet did a costume change when Beck did. And during the somewhat early setbreak, the puppets went on a little adventure that was projected on the screen behind them. The songs were excellent, and there could be a few new ones in there, but I'm not sure. I recognized tunes from Odelay, Midnight Vultures and Mellow Gold. Then the band left and in the darkened, groovy room, they played a video of the puppets adventuring. After that wackiness Beck came back to play some acoustic. One Foot In The Grave and Lost Cause and others from Sea Change gave us some time to sway and listen. He was Bossy and Tweedy and Youngish up there with the acoustic guitar. More folk than sexy funk. More ballad than bassthumping badassery. But it worked, for me. His band ate at the table and then kicked it into a tablejam where spoons played glasses and forks snapped plates before they dropped the silverware and put back on their instruments to join in and crunch out the last few songs.
He was short, though. I left the second that it was clear it was over. I cut right towards the bar, all the way around until I could get the poster and then get outside and then stand in the glorious night swaying with remembered grooves as the bus didn't come for forty five freaking minutes. Hailed a cab with new friends going to The Mission. I gave them four dollars, the cab continued on and now... and now... here. we. are.
posted by Bones at 11:42 PM
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