The Venue

I recently wrote about some quality music I saw down in Portland a couple of weeks ago. I just saw another show last night. There was a tid bit of a difference.

First, this was in Freeport and that brings a different crowd with it. And by “a different” I really mean “an older and lamer”. At 24, it’s likely I was close to being the youngest person in the place – the dancing was torturous to watch. Just horrific.

The music, on the other hand, wasn’t so bad. With the notable exception of the first band, Pete Witham and the Cozmik Zombies, the energy was decidedly lower. However, the technicality was far superior to the last show I saw. That said, I don’t give a rat’s ass about technicality. I want passion in my music. No, don’t play like shit, but show me some passion. I don’t care if you know the ins and outs of music theory. Just play like you mean it.

Pete Witham’s band had a healthy combination of that passion and technicality. Their style is country/blues/rock and isn’t exactly what I might find myself putting on my iPod, but they put on a fun show. Plus they have a good sense of humor.

One important last point: The Venue, the place that hosted the event (not featured in the above video), has terrible service. From the point of trying to get someone’s attention to the point of actually getting food was probably 50 minutes. It was a friggin’ sandwich. A turkey and cheese sandwich. And it still would have sucked even if they got it to me in decent time.

Quality music

I often hate most music I hear. It sucks. Objectively. No, no. I know what you’re thinking, “But Michael, it’s art. There’s a high subjectivity to it all, isn’t there? And even if we can say something objectively, then whether someone likes something or not, it’s still ultimately opinion, no?” Nope. It sucks.

But that isn’t the case with all music. Every once in awhile something with quality will come along. That was the case last night in Portland (the original, not that copycat place) at The Apohadion. I saw four local bands/acts: Shai Erlichman, The Cups, Manners, and Theodore Treehouse. They were all fun. And that’s a term I think should mean more than it usually does. Take movies, for instance. The term is bandied about for crappy summer nothing movies (“The most fun you’ll have all year at the movies!”), but it should be reserved for something with quality. I recall one critic describing Catch Me If You Can as a fun movie, and that’s entirely accurate. It’s also a great movie. It had something to it that made it more than just another movie. That’s how I feel about good bands. If I’m going to call them fun, there needs to be something more, some depth. I would say that applies to everyone I saw last night.