Cienna Madrid went to the Magnetic Fields (and Josh Bis took pictures, like the one above):
When Magnetic Fields took the stage, their energy was lagging. Claudia Gonson fought to keep up her usual banter, but it was obvious Merritt was recovering from a cold. His voice, which normally knocks around your body with its depth and force, sounded muted, as if he was singing into the wrong end of a megaphone. Regardless, they kept the attention of a full house for two hours, and Merritt even seemed to find his surly spark after the brief intermission.
Matthew Cooke went to Tinariwen:
Their audience, enraptured the entire show, understood. There was a respectability about this crowd (the contrast with the Spits mob the previous night couldnât be more stark), an NPR-tinged ease with internationalism. Some would call them âtragically Caucasian,â but they knew their Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan from their Ali Farka TourĂ©. Even still, every time Tinariwenâs lead vocalist asked âça va?â they mindlessly screamed back âĂA VA!â and not âbienâ (can you tell I took French?).
And I went to Four Tet:
I hate the idea that "Seattle crowds don't dance"âthat we're uptight, that we're too white, that we're no fun, that we're just too much of a "rock" townâbecause I've seen Seattle crowds tear a dance floor the fuck up time and time again, for disco, for techno, for house, for dance-punk. But if you wanted anecdotal evidence for the old stiff, standing still Seattlite stereotype, you couldn't have done better than last night's sold-out Four Tet show at Chop Suey.