Yesterday, I was Culturally Relevant: The Arcade Fire @ The Bowery Ballroom
Every few months, I release the shackles that confine me to this wretched iBook and I venture out into the city in search of adventure and illicit drugs. After finding lots of illicit drugs, I stumbled my way into The Arcade Fire show at the Bowery Ballroom.
To witness something on the cusp of critical greatness is one of the few fleeting pleasures one could experience in this cold, empty world. These moments don't happen often. The last time I felt this, I was watching the series premiere of Desperate Housewives.
How great was this show? Top 5 of all time. Now...where to place it? In front of the life altering Peaches at Electroclash 2002? Or behind the mindblowing Unicorns at the Southpaw? I'm so torn. Will this boot Bette Midler at Madison Square Garden off the top 5? In a word. Clearly.
As with the Unicorns, Sloan, the Hidden Cameras, and other bands from Canada, the ease at which The Arcade Fire switched instruments without coming across as grossly inept was way impressive. These guys ain't pastry chefs trying to broil a pork roast. These are master rockers who can totally rock at everything they do.
Midway through the blistering set, the crowd roared, "Dedicate a song to David Bowie's moustache!" As any cool front man would do, Win Butler politefully declined and then the band continued to rock the fuck out of everyone. I was almost hit in the face with drumstick shrapnel by the Napoleon Dynamite guy and I was inches away from being sweated on by the glowing Butler himself. Either of those would have so ruled.
Sadly, my night of cultural relevance was almost spoiled when some bee-yotch denounced me for being twice her height and standing in front of her. I tried to explain politely that 98% of the population is taller than her and that If she don't like it, she should move to Mexico.
Shocking Blogosphere Events of the Evening:
-Central Village was NOT the five feet and change manchild next to me with a full beard as I suspected the entire show.
-Brooklyn Vegan was NOT pushing a McLaren double stroller--as is the case of most residents of Park Slope, Brooklyn. He also was not carrying a baby in a backpack as far as I could tell.