cigarettes and empty bottles, empty bottles

The Beat Kitchen, Chicago. February 18, 2007
Teitur w/ Jenny Owen Youngs and Curtis Evans

I almost didn’t go to this show. I was out until 2 AM the night before and I had to drive out to O’Hare at 4 AM the next morning. But I couldn’t justify missing a chance to see Teitur as my last concert as a Chicagoland resident, so with my kickass concert buddy guru James alongside me we made one last trek into the city together for a show.

We were both exhausted from being out so late the night before, but the website said the opener started at 7:30, so we weren’t figuring to stay out too late. Then to arrive at the show and see the openers wouldn’t start until 8:30? That’s all kinds of ass. The venue was dark and cold with black painted walls and ceiling, blue lights over the stage, and a low hanging dank cloud of cigarette smoke. The first opener was Curtis Evans. He’s a local Chicago boy, and seemed to have his share of friends in the audience.

Jenny Owen Youngs was next, and she was incredible. She has a unique voice and sings brutally honest songs. She was also hilarious and interacted a lot with the crowd. At one point, James turned to me and said, “I think I’m in love.” To which I replied, “Me too. If you don’t marry her, I will.”

At one point, that crazy bitch jumped off the stage right into the audience. I think I touched her ass. Nevermind. I just imagined that. She did play a rousing rendition of Nelly’s “Hot in Herre” though. That wasn’t in my imagination.

Also not in my imagination:

Seriously, take me to shows. I’ll get the pictures you would never dare to ask for yourself. I should really hire myself out for things like this.

I took my chances to run to the loo between sets and ran into Dick Prall out in the bar area. I was really hoping to see him before I moved, so that was a total bonus to my night. I’m sorry Lynn, I did not get any pictures of Dick. I did see Dick. I did wrap my arms around Dick and give Dick a big hug. There’s nothing quite as good as a random Dick sighting. I could go on, but now I’m just being dirty.

Of course, the real draw of the night was Teitur himself.

I’m the worst person in the world for setlists, but here’s what I remember:

don’t want you to wake up
sleeping with the lights on
amanda’s dream
poetry and aeroplanes
lets go dancing
i run the carousel
thief about to break in
you get me
josephine
umbrellas in the rain
hitchhiker
guilt by association
louis louis
baby you don’t ever have to see me again
i was just thinking

I’m certain I missed something. But such is life. If you ever get the chance to see Teitur in concert, please go. He’s a fantastic performer with a really unique voice and sound.

Full flickr photoset here

I did get to talk to Teitur a little bit after the show. He’s going to be doing some recording down in Australia and some mixing in Santa Barbara. So keep your ears peeled for news on a new record. Yippee!

glen @ the black orchid

I’ve been staring at the screen for about an hour now, trying to write this. I start to write. I erase it. I write a couple emails. Leave some comments. Come back to my blog. For some reason I have a difficult time articulating my experience of seeing Glen Phillips in concert. I think it is because Glen’s music is so important to me. I know not everyone likes the same music, that’s normal. But if you don’t get Glen, then in some way, you really don’t get me. Plus, so much of my experience is personal, something that I have to keep for myself, or else it’s no longer mine. If you happen to be around me at a Glen show, you might catch a glimpse of it.

I’m not making any sense. It’s probably the combined effects of too much beer and four hours sleep.

Here’s what I do know. I saw Glen Phillips last night at the Black Orchid. It’s a beautiful venue, decorated in art-deco stylings to resemble a 1930’s swing club. Very swank. I was accompanied by some of my Chicago concert buddy all-stars: the inimitable James, Lynn and Maureen, and by my ever-patient husband. Craig Cardiff opened. He used a lot of looping in his songs.

Glen was fantastic, as always. He was incredibly chatty and seemed in a really great mood. My face hurt a little from smiling so much. It seemed like the set was really short, but I guess it was just because I didn’t want him to stop playing. He played a few new songs, including one that was so brutally honest that it almost felt uncomfortable listening to it. I’m still not making any sense. Here. Pictures. Pictures don’t require me to be articulate.

I do have to share one funny thing. I was talking to Glen after the show and I told him that I was helping Teitur with his Myspace page (you should check it out myspace.com/Teitur I actually did html coding and made a masthead. And I know nothing about html code!) Anyways, I asked Glen if Teitur had asked him about me, and he said that indeed he had. Apparently Teitur sent Glen an email saying something along the lines of: “Dianne – Psycho-fan or just a really cool person?” Apparently, I got the non-Psycho designation. I come with references, baby.

Oh, and because Assy Asserton said I never mention my concert buddies, here’s my concert buddy All-Stars at our favorite apres-concert drinking hole:

And if you were ever wondering how tall Glen is… James is 6′3″. I’m probably 5′2″ in the shoes I was wearing (I’m not kidding. The shoes add almost 2 inches). Glen is somewhere in between.

I’ll miss you Chicago.