Couplathree gigs
MGMT@ICA
After a significant dry spell this week brought a hatrick of live music.
Tuesday night was Mr Lawson’s Solo Bass Night at Darbuka. Yolanda Charles and Steve were both brilliant, and wonderfully different from each other. Yolanda is the most amazingly funky woman, and was beautifully nervous considering the kind of gigs she’s done in the past (if you’ve ever seen a woman playing bass on telly or at a big stadium show… it’s likely to have been her). Her voice was beautiful and you didn’t miss the rest of the band at all! Lawson did as Lawson does, and held us all in a beautiful contemplative bubble. He also dedicated Grace & Gratitude (my current fave of his) to me, which was lovely.
Last night it was MGMT at the ICA with Catster. In a completely trendy industry crowd, I was pleased to see lovelies from work, as well as a couple of surprise friends from the ‘real’ world – all of us worried that we might look a bit old… but no. The few teenagers and obligatory Japanese girl super-fan stayed in a tight pocket front and centre, as the majority of the crowd all tried to stand at the back and look cool.
The band got better and better as the set wore on, and although a couple of the tracks were so proggy-noodly-electro-with-rhyming-lyrics that they sounded like Flight Of The Conchords doing an impression (listen to Electric Feel and get back to me) it didn’t make it any the less fun. Their two encores, Youth and Kids respectively, also got everyone dancing like teenagers, and at the end I bizarrely found myself in a bit of a mosh with The Queens Of Noize and Mark Ronson. Weird.
Finally, tonight Rach and I headed over to The Bush Hall to see one of the new batch of wonder-girls, Duffy. The jury’s been out for me since the first time I heard Rockferry, which everyone seemed to love, and I thought was a bit boring. Then suddenly she’s all big noise and getting to number 1 with Mercy, which – I admit – is a fantastic song. Well… the jury’s back in now and the verdict is that she’s got a brilliant brilliant voice, but is totally dull. We agreed it seemed more like the entertainment you’d get on the most expensive cruise you could go on.
Sorry Duffy… We got more excited about dropping soggy lemon pieces into the handbag of the horrid moo that was standing in front of us, then heading to the bar for some free drinks, and to talk about boys. (Who are great. Fact) Now THERE’S some fun for an evening.
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