Warm Steel
(2007.08.04 / 02:39:56 /FIELD OF HEAVEN)

Hot Shots
(2007.08.04 / 02:09:28 /POW)

On the Ropes
(2007.08.04 / 01:22:11 /POW)

Off the top of my head
(2007.08.04 / 00:13:47 /OTHER)

Feel Childish
(2007.08.04 / 00:00:00 /OTHER)

Mile-High Club
(2007.08.03 / 23:46:02 /WHITE STAGE)

The Chemical Brothers
(2007.08.03 / 15:05:21 /GREEN STAGE)

Chroméo
(2007.08.03 / 10:53:12 /RED MARQUEE)

Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
(2007.08.03 / 10:48:04 /RED MARQUEE)

The Beastie Boys
(2007.08.03 / 00:44:55 /GREEN STAGE)

Soul Flower Union
(2007.08.02 / 23:40:43 /FIELD OF HEAVEN)

Infernal Varanne's Globe of Death
(2007.08.02 / 21:38:45 /POW)

Nikujaga
(2007.08.02 / 10:37:14 /POW)

Seti And Futaba With Tabla Kwaiesa?
(2007.08.02 / 09:43:26 /OASIS AREA)

Peter, Bjorn and John
(2007.08.01 / 21:48:46 /RED MARQUEE)

Jonathan Richman

Rapscalion

Jonathan Richman has had a long journey (almost 40 years) to arrive at the humble place he is now. He’s been in bands (notably the Modern Lovers), but now he mostly just plays his acoustic guitar in the spotlight with an unmiked drummer accompanying (much as he kept popping up in trees in “There’s Something About Mary”), grinning cryptically and dancing about like perhaps a Druid in a Spinal Tap show.

He doesn’t really worry too much about hitting all his notes, and would be as content to clap along to the drummer for two minutes as to play another song. Further, at the two shows I saw of his here at least, he didn’t talk much, but he communicates everything he needs to with his face. I got the feeling the party in his head was much better than party the rest of us were experiencing.

I caught a few songs of his at the Field of Heaven in the afternoon, but it was pouring down rain and the stage was too big for his act. The Palace of Wonder (Crystal Palace) was much more appropriate, and seemed to house those who are truly fans, mostly. At the POW, he played, among others, Lesbian Bar, In A Dancing Mood, and ended with a cryptic tune bearing the oft repeated phrase “He gave us the wine to taste and not to talk about”, a sort of mind-bending koan that made me feel naughty, holy, and ecstatic at the same time. I’m certain that Jonathan Richman is thinking something about all of us that none of us have ever thought about ourselves before.


Reported by kern (2007.08.01 / 16:34)