The Dwindling Party

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Concert: The Tallest Man on Earth, A Strand of Oaks

Tuesday, June 19h at Town Hall, Manhattan

It’s always Dylan Dylan Dylan. The troubadour look, the lyrics steeped in Americana, and most especially, the grating, irresistible gravelly voice. But while the Tallest Man on Earth may wear his boots of Spanish leather with pride, as he strode out onstage, I couldn’t help but think Mangum.

The similarities between the Mangum and Matsson concerts I’ve seen are nearly eerie: an intimate venue with soft velvet seats, an audience of adoring and awe-struck fans, a circle of guitars awaiting the next song. Most striking is both Mangum’s and Matsson’s ability to fill the stage without backing musicians. But whereas Mangum preferred a more relaxed approach, never getting up off his seat, Matsson often bounded across the stage, a sprightly elf playing beautiful music.

His commanding stage presence was obvious the moment he walked on to thunderous applause: the crowd fell into a reverent silence from the first note of “To Just Grow Away,” and stayed that way, never growing restless despite the numerous tuning breaks. Matsson didn’t seem in a particularly happy nor loquacious mood, always a danger when a performer is the sole focus of attention, but he made his spare words count. He thanked the audience for our patience in waiting for him to tune and kept repeating how, really, his songs are all about the same thing. His dour humor shone through as well, saying how he still has trouble playing “Where Do My Bluebirds Fly.”

The setlist focused heavily on new songs from There’s No Leaving Now, with the standout “1904” and piano-driven “There’s No Leaving Now” getting great applause despite not being as entrenched in the Tallest Man ouevre as anything from his previous albums. Still, the performance did not feel overwhelmingly full with new material. He played highlights from earlier in his career, including “I Won’t Be Found” and “The Gardener” from Shallow Grave and the heartbreaking finger-picked “Love Is All” and the matador-meets-troubador singalong “King of Spain” off The Wild Hunt. He played this last song with a desperate vigor, giving a new dimension to his finest song. By holding onto notes (“I wanna be thaaaaaaa”) and changing the emphasis on certain phrasings (“just cos I stole some eagles’ wing”), Matsson emphasized his ownership over the song, singing the way he wanted to which only added to the raw emotion in the lyrics.

His encore consisted of two songs off the Sometimes the Blues Is Just a Passing Bird EP, including a duet with his wife Amanda Bergman on “Thrown Right At Me.” The marriage of Bergman’s dulcet tones with Matsson’s caustic voice created a tender love song, reflecting the duality of the career the Tallest Man on Earth has made for himself: sweet yet scornful, nomadic yet steeped with a sense of place, obscure yet accessible. Mangum and Dylan.

Concert: The Beach Boys

Sunday, June 17th at Bethel Woods Center for the Arts

The ultimate summer band, plus a few decades. A fine treat for Father’s Day, which is all about (I suspect) reliving past glories. But my dad is no has-been (he did take me to Arcade Fire after all), and likewise, the Beach Sexagenarians proved they had a little life in them yet…reunion record That’s Why God Made the Radio notwithstanding.

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Concert: Olivia Tremor Control, Laura Stevenson and the Cans, Dinosaur Feathers

Saturday, June 16th at Music Hall of Williamsburg

What an Elephant 6 weekend this was. First, of Montreal, then Olivia Tremor Control. Guess I’m a sucker for the psychedelic south.

I successfully navigated Williamsburg to find their famed music hall a little early. I thought they were closing the doors to this highly sought-after show when in fact they were just putting out the rails (if I were thinking, I would have realized that I got my ticket that morning, and hence was not that highly sought-after). So I read a book on the waterfront until I wouldn’t feel awkward being the only person in line. Yes, I even went back, saw that awkward one person in line, and decided to keep reading until there was I line I could wait in.

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Concert: of Montreal, Jens Lekman, The Thermals, Beach Fossils

Friday, June 15th at McCarren Park, Brooklyn

I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume Ah, Brooklyn. I cherish your self-indulgence.

Last summer, I benefited from the many benefits thrown by Celebrate Brooklyn, particularly at Prospect Park (the Decemberists, Animal Collective, Sufjan Stevens, Bon Iver), and this summer I’ve sampled from the Northside Festival.

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Concert: Foxy Shazam with Cadaver Dogs

Wednesday, June 5th 

The Webster Underground, Hartford

Is there a concert that I have been more ill-prepared for? Stepping into the venue with my cardigan and brand-new sneakers (in fairness, I’d had my old pair of Chucks for four years, and it was time for a change, believe me) made me feel self-conscious. Clearly, this was not the Shubert, oh no. No velvet cushions in this establishment—rather, a bathroom sans soap and doors on its stalls, a strikingly small standing floor, and the bar. The Webster Underground definitely lived up to its name. With a claustrophobic stage and no windows, it gave the appearance of a dank subterranean cell.

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Concert: The Black Keys with Arctic Monkeys

Tuesday, March 6th, 2012

Cumberland County Civic Center, Portland, ME


On the surface, pairing Arctic Monkeys with The Black Keys for an arena tour around the US doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. The Monkeys are cheeky Brits whose post-punk, borderline-psychedelic sound seems at odds with the Keys’ more back-to-basics blues-rock. Although Arctic Monkeys rose to fame with the help of Myspace in the UK, they, much like their American tourmates, remained relatively unknown on this side of the pond until recently. So maybe the odd couple of Arctic Monkeys and The Black Keys isn’t so far-fetched after all: both are riding the commercial success of albums released last year, and both are breaking through to their American audiences.

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Concert: Jeff Mangum, The Music Tapes

Photo credit Will Deitz via Pitchfork (not from this concert)

Wednesday, January 18th, 2012

Shubert Theater

I remember trawling through Pitchfork a year or two ago and coming across a description of a secret show Jeff Mangum played in some anonymous Brooklyn loft. I remember being intensely jealous that I would never see him live. I remember regretting that I wouldn’t have the chance to see the man behind In the Aeroplane Over the Sea perform those intensely touching, intensely weird songs in person.

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Young Kanye West rapping in 1996, still a student at Ghetto University.

Concert: Girls, Real Estate, King Krule

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Terminal 5

Live music is always a good thing. (Except if you’re an anchorman-cum-insufferable-music-critic.) Live music from two bands who released two of the best albums of 2011? A very good thing! Coupled with a spectacular performance from a very promising new band, Saturday night couldn’t have gone wrong. And indeed, I was rewarded with three really solid performances.

King Krule


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Sleigh Bells Slay

The first album was a treat, but there is no sign that Sleigh Bells are letting up for their next reign of terror.  Check out the first single, “Comeback Kid,” off their sophomore record.