Thighs Wide Shut

Jeff Lynne’s E.L.O.
Radio City Music Hall
September 18th, 2016

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Dude, they did NOT bring ANYONE down.  Not him or her, or even Bruce.  They brought everyone UP!!!  The only thing Jeff Lynne’s E.L.O. brought down was the HOUSE!!!  bi the gay, what IS E.L.O. without Jeff Lynne anywaysz? 

Man, what a fcuking show.  It was ELECTRIC!!  There were LIGHTS!!! And, woah, how rad was that ORCHESTRA!!!  Truth in advertising!  18 songs came and went in a cool 90 minutes, but I was ready for more!

They didn’t even tackle a lot of the hits on their greatest hits, which I used as my homework for the past few months, but you want to leave your fans wanting more, right??

Hard to say I was even a fan a few months ago (most of my Jeff Lynne love came from his work as a Traveling Wilbury), but after doing that homework, I was like – woah, I know ALL these songs, and they’re ALL amazing!

You probably don’t even think you’re a fan either, but what you don’t know is that you are.  You either grew up with this music or you’ve had it shoved into your ears over the past decade  

Remember this VW Beetle ad?  

Now you do, and now you remember how awesome that ad was, and how much of a fan you are of that song, which means you’re a fan of E.L.O.  They may not have sold a single VW bug without ‘Mr. Blue Sky’!!!

or what about the trailer for Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind??? 

THAT WAS SUCH A FCUKING AWESOME TRAILER, remember?  And the trailer is kinda how I remember the movie, and it probably wouldn’t be as re-memorable without E.L.O.!!  YOU LOVE E.L.O.!!!

E.L.O.?  More like E.L.F(ucking).O.!!!!!!!!!!

Setlist - Tightrope / Evil Woman / Showdown / All Over the World / Livin’ Thing / When I Was a Boy / Rockaria! / 10538 Overture / Secret Messages / Can’t Get It Out of My Head / Shine a Little Love / Wild West Hero / Telephone Line / Turn to Stone / Sweet Talkin’ Woman / Don’t Bring Me Down / Mr. Blue Sky

Encore - Roll Over Beethoven (Chuck Berry cover)

Pulp
Radio City Music Hall
April 10th

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We met up in the year 2000 & 12.  We were fully grown, but it was strange, since we didn’t remember the first time that we had met.  There was a first time?  Well, apparently Pulp played the 1998 Tibetan Freedom Concert in DC, all of 3 songs, and apparently it juss wasn’t memorable enuff to remember it as our first time.  We did see Jarvis f$%king rock it solo hardcore back in the 2007 & the 2008, but his backing band wasn’t Pulp and he didn’t play any Pulp songs, so lets consider this RCMH show (their first ever there, and first show in NY/USA since 1998!!!!) our first Pulp time.  And now that that’s settled, we will always remember this first time, cause IT WAS THE F$%KING BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEST TIME!!!!!!!!!! 9779reals!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The setlist (below) truly speaks for itself, but we’ll speak a little on its behalf.  There wasn’t a single dud song amongst the 18 played, which meant no time for refreshment getting, no time to tinkle, no time to tweet, only time to kick the f$&king ballistics!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Unfortunately, the audience didn’t seem to fully agree on the ballistic f$%king kick part.  Don’t think these kids did their homework cause they only got super jizzy jazzed when ‘Common People’ was played, but if they knew the other 17 Pulp songs, which everyone should or make it their duty to know, they woulda been super jizzy jazzed from song one to song done, and thensome.  No wonder Pulp never made it big in America, cause apparently we’re adverse to amazing music.  If we were Pulp, we’d never bother to return to these United States, but we hope that’s never the case, cause we want to remember the second time.  Oh yeah, the second time is tonight, again at RCMH.  Meant a third time

We love life. In Jarvis we thrust

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Cirque du Soleil: Zarkana
Radio City Music Hall
offical site

No, this is not a show about Fareed Zakaria roaming around Texarkana in search of Zardoz, but to be perfectly honest, that makes about as much sense as whatever Zarkana was or is suppose to be

They say it’s about Zark, a magician who has lost his powers – and the love of his life – in an abandoned theatre populated by a motley collection of off-the-wall characters and incomparable acrobats. He runs into the Mutants, four sirens as sinister as they are fabulous, who are determined to divert him from his quest.

We say it’s some crummy musical, led by a guy who looks like a cross between Dave Navarro, Johnny Knoxville and David Johansen, with a story that’s barely a story, but is still totally fun cause it has like French circus clowns, acrobats, hot Asians, and some stuff that coulda been aired on That’s Incredible!.  That stuff was hactually purty darn yumcredible, but that singing stuff was like totally killing the vibe… and there’s also some strange talking larvae cartoon thing, which might hactuallly be worser than microwaved tunafish

This is the very first Cirque du Soleil Moon Frye thingamabob that we’ve ever seen, so we don’t know how on par it is with the usual French circus stufffff they does, but we’d be down to see more, if they promise to get rid of the singing or only use Beatles songs, or had like more French clown madness, which is purty stoopid, but STOOPID AWESOMES!!!!

The show also got us to thinking – what are modern day American circuses like?  Are they like this but like less French and with no dumb singings?  Maybe it’s time to give Ringling, Barnum and/or Bailey another shot.  Is Gunther Gebel still taming it?  Apparently not.  Can they raise him from the dead?

The Swell Season
Radio City Music Hall
January 19th

The Swell Season were Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová, you know, them star crossed busking lovers from Once. Yep, that’s ‘were’, not ‘are’ cause they aint no longers a duo only (also, they’re no longer an item). Hansard is also a part of band called The Frames and while he was off gettin famous with the quiet Czech girl, the rest of his ye olde band were sitting back in Ireland gettin filled with ire, and so Glennie incorporated the group into the Swell Season so they can join in on the riches and stop bitchings, or whatevs, but it doesn’t really matter who’s apart of the SS (damn Nazis!) cause this is Hansard’s show alone, and everyone else be merely puppets in his play of unexpected stardom. And while he and she (and them) are humble pie about the magnitude of going from zeroes to heroes, Glen also basks in his own glory, maybe juss a wee bit too much (his storytelling also carries on a weeeee bit too much). Not to say that he can’t, cause the dude is sortanlee gifted and talented (their/his follow-up Strict Joy is a… strict joy!! and sounded even more so live), but constantly asking your audience to sing along to yer songs when they probably wouldn’t in the first place is quite telling of how Glen views his own place in the world of music. He pours his heart and soul into every note, and while none of those notes are false, not all of them ring true. True or false? Huh? Dunno, but for the moist part, all was swell that ends swell, and we’re still holding out for Twice

setlist + mo pics over at BV

Leonard Cohen
Radio City Music Hall
May 16th

…THEN WE TAKE BERLIN!!!!

Where to begin? How about where our infatuation with Leonard Cohen, everyone’s man, and the illest Canadian Jew mt EVERest (and 2nd coolest Jewish grandpa mt EVERest, behind Neil Diamond) began. The year was 1990, and hot off the heels of Heathers, Gleaming The Cube, The Wizard and Young Guns II Christian Slater, with his devilish middle finger attitude and killah hair do, was winning the hearts of women everywhere, and thumbs up from every male in the land (including our soon to be Bar Mitzvahed a$$), and them hearts and thumbs throbbed even larger when Pump Up the Volume pumped up… the volume! That movie was beyond the stizzle badizzle, and surpassed Chip n Dale’s ‘Two Chips & A Miss’ as the most re-watched thing that our VCR ever saw. Anywho, Christian Slater was mad cool, like a coolcumber, and his underground radio DJ character, Happy Harry Hard-on, was even coolcumberer (TALK HARD!!!). He PUMPED up mad awesome tunes, the mos mad awesomestest being Leonard Cohen’s ‘Everybody Knows’ and ‘If It Be Your Will’. The PUTV soundtrack featured ‘Everybody Knows’, but it was an asi asi cover by Concrete Blonde, and so we searched elsewhere, found and discovered all that is holy, all that is Leonard Cohen, who may not have the finestest singing voice, but maybe the bestest talking voice in the whirld… besides James Earl Jones and the Micro Machine Guy. Our long LC journey culminated with us being the youngest peoples at Leonard’s well over 2.5 hour show, sitting in the very last row, at Radio City Music Hall (bestest large venue of balls thyme). Tickets weren’t cheap, but even if you were a sucker who ponied up $250 for the orchestra seats, it was well worth the price, hispecially since they got a better look at Cohen constantly on his knees, serenading the giant Oriental rugs underneath him. The set list was a like a dream come true, although we were mad vexed when he let his hottie back-up crooners, the Webb Sisters, sing ‘If It Be Your Will’, instead of him. BOOOOOO. Also boo was the crowd who never got as into it as we did. We know this was more like a performance than a concert, but c’mon, Leo effin rox the cox and the 1919 Black Sox. If you haven’t given into Mr Cohen yet, there’s no butter thyme than now. Sadly, that is not the case with Leonard Part 6, although mumbles was the case that they grave us