Sunday, February 10, 2008
Right, so, Leslie Hall. That was fun.
Here's the thing. There were way too many people. Why wasn't this show at a bigger venue? Why stuff a tiny venue to 10 times its capacity and deny a bunch of others admission, when there are plenty of other, larger places all over this city? The last time I was jostled within an inch of my life was 3 years ago at Club Soda (or maybe it was Metropolis) where I went to see The Killers—say what you will, that first album was, um, killer—and I swore to never put myself in that situation again. What is it about closed spaces that makes it acceptable for people to give you unapologetically dirty looks while they actively bum rush you? Why can't people behave, as they do, for example, at Faggity Ass Fridays? Leslie & The LYs are supposed to be fun, and you'd think the experience would be swathed in a general atmosphere of good vibes. Instead, you have a room full of people who are caught between their fanatic love for the people on stage and their deep-seeded hatred for the people around them. I lost my friends, have a couple bruises, and when I think back to the night, all I can really remember are the two unmentionably rude girls who violently pushed their way in front of us and spent the rest of the evening encouraging their friends to do the same. (In case you're curious as to why I insisted on staying rooted, I suppose it's 50% prideful righteousness—I was there first, dammit!—and 50% the desire to get a couple good photos for you, dear reader).
When I think a bit harder, I remember that Donzelle put on an amazing performance, as always. Roxanne was ON, Mo'skye sang to me, claiming she'd love me forever if I bought her a car, and Micomb did that thing where you grab your ankle and, um... you know... well, it was hilarious and awesome. And Leslie... where do I start? From her entrance to the on-stage costume change, the introduction by Cher, the backup dancers / singers / roadies / merch table girls, the evangelic naming-of-the-sweaters, the HAIR, the gems... it was, without a doubt, one of the most amazing performances I've ever seen, even without "Gold Pants Lullaby," which was notably absent from the playlist.
Would I go see Leslie & The LYs again? Perhaps... but certainly not at such a small place. I wouldn't bother taking photos. I'd probably stand in the back. In the meantime, I'm going to go look for bands absolutely no one has ever heard of and go see them instead.