
Expectations are a motherfucker. When I wrote "Don’t like The King of Limbs? Listen to it in a year and deny its brilliance," I was trying to convince myself as much as I was you guys. And as much as I like listening to King of Limbs while speeding through a city highway at night, I don't much like hearing it in concert, no matter how well it's executed (and it was executed supremely).

"I definitely saw a lot of people yawning and dancing," said the always on-point Andrew Matson. (Press people are generally given seats together at big shows.) "Airbag" was the highlight, and it came early on. Thing is, if you write some of the greatest compositions of the twentieth century, and then later get all experimental and stop writing "hits," people are going to want to hear the hits, and I won't lie, I was one of them.

Things I heard outside after the show:
Guy: "I wish they had a bathroom out here." Other guy: "The world is the bathroom."
Woman in high heels pointing at the Space Needle: "Take me up there right now!"
Farther on, cabs were sparser than a seat at the 5 Point, but you'd rather be at Funhouse anyway.
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