This city, it is still new to me and preserves the inviting yet intimidating nature that coincides with innovation. I inhabit this city like a raccoon in the night; sinister and curious, finding vitality in others refuse. That stated I frequent the late night musical performances that pour through. Recently, an overwhelming amount of talented artists have come to our fair city and have either orchestrated sonic mayhem and serenaded me with emotional lullabies. Here’s a little overview…
Nick Cave at the Orpheum
There really is no one quite like him and although I try to challenge this notion to remain controversial, I can’t. He is the Adonis of rock and roll, the poet of punk and the godfather of murder ballads. The comically Australian Renaissance man is on his 30th tour. Seeing him perform is like an uncomfortable counselling session with a psychotic genius. You are entirely emotionally exposed, you can’t help it and you kind of want to- like a self-conscious nudist. He captures the audience and holds them in his dirty palm. He also has an incredibly large bank of material to take from in which he did so flawlessly. His voiced is drenched in distinctive contours and his long time band The Bad Seeds perfect the art of being loud but not noisy. The crowd was a pile of ominous graduated party punks. It seemed as though they all avoided blinking to prevent from missing out on a single moment of this rare occasion.
Mac Demarco at the Vogue
Mac Demarco is having an entire musical career over the course of 8 months, which is mostly a result of he his third album “Salad Days”. He quickly experienced praise for his cutting edge and distinctive sound reminiscent of The Meat Puppets meets Chriss Issak. He was all of a sudden on the cover of everything indie and playing in every creative type café. This stage was shortly followed by the retroactive response that obscurests have to music in that he got “cool” and they were no longer interested. Now his fan base consists of people who don’t give a fuck about the social implications of liking popular music and people that like music because it is popular. He is an unexpected superstar as he is 23, from Duncan BC and charmingly disinterested in fame. He is committed to his long time quirky girlfriend and has the face of a young Mike Myers. That stated his concert was surrounded by a flurry of committed music lovers and girls with Mac Demarco written on their drunken breasts. He is lovely, strange and his band is refined. He sings about male feminism, love songs to cigarettes and ballads to his beloved. Before we worry about musicians that we liked before they were popular let us just be grateful that the new poster boy for contemporary music is not some self-important, misogynistic cliché of an artist.
Sharon Van Etten at the Rickshaw
Van Etten is one of those amazing musicians that makes being sad awesome. The Brooklyn born babe takes your hand and walks you down the alley of tortured memories mostly consequential of bad relationships. She is an adorable, guitar slaying, song belting fire darling. She is complicated, dark yet inviting. This concert was on behalf of her release of “Are we there” which is a self-admitted break up album. This concept isn’t new and potentially dangerous, however she is able to understand the implications of heartache in a progressive and self-reflective way. Her melodies are moods and her instrumentation is intellect.
No fun city only applies to no fun people.