Last Night: fun. at Bayou Music Center
It was easy to smile at that, and at the banter about throwing fruit (an old Broadway/vaudeville tradition). And, overall, fun. did seem to be enjoying themselves quite a bit -- Antonoff even peeled off a couple of tasty guitar solos when he didn't even really have to.
But still, all that sadness so close at hand, no matter how beautiful the music is. For a band that has become an unlikely standard-bearer of mainstream rock, reading between the lines of their songs is not a pretty picture at all.
Personal Bias: To quote dlisted's Michael K, I can't right now.
The Crowd: The most wholesome, mainstream-looking large crowd I've been in for quite some time. Lots of women, young people, and not quite as many couples as I expected.
Overheard In the Crowd: "It's like merging on the highway" - traffic was a little backed up leaving the theater.
Overheard In My Head: I am really goddamn old.
Random Notebook Dump: Watching fun. accept one of their Grammys last Sunday, I caught myself wondering how their mothers let them go out of the house dressed like that.
Out on the Town
All the Pretty Girls
Why Am I the One
At Least I'm Not as Sad (As I Used to Be)
It Gets Better
We Are Young
You Can't Always Get What You Want (Rolling Stones cover)