So, tonight I went to the Decemberists show at the Rialto Theater in Tucson. It was most excellent. The opening act, Lavendar Diamond, was preternaturally atrocious -- a second-rate church band, whose gimmicky meanderings reminded me of what a really annoying person could have been like at Woodstock.
Then came Colin Meloy's band with his hyper-literary tunes. I'm a big fan, so of course I was into the show, but what was rather nice was the positive reaction of the Tucson crowd and the bonhomie this created for the headline act. The encore was interactive and festive.
I write poorly at this time of night. No ecriture. The show was fantastic -- the songs work so well that I'm nearly brought to tears when Meloy describes a lone crane with an arrow through its wing.
I expected less musicianship out of this band. Granted, they did stick to their records' formats for songs, but when they departed from that, it was well worth it.
Okay, 10 out of 10 stars. Colin Meloy is so dreamy.
I declare: I've bought a great pair of shoes -- engineer's boots. I'm very disciminating; $130 boots for $90.
See you on the other side.