A month ago, high from a whirlwind tour of the NW, Dakin posted two Arcade Fire videos from the show that he attended at the Arlene Schnitzer concert hall. He didn't film them, he just happened to be fortunate to find that someone else had filmed what he felt were the two highest points of his concert experience.
So anyway, he found these on Youtube, and posted a url. Which was lame. Like way lame. So now he is undoing the stupid by doing things the way they should have been done in the first place. So enjoy!
There are energetic drummers, and then there is Travis Nelson. Truly, he is 'Animal.' Okkervil River albums have so much personality, the songs themselves become characters: players, people in the guise of animals or gods (and who can tell the difference sometimes?). And like watching a melodrama, we are witness to emotions that heave and plummet with frightening force. The songs can be drunken youth: the rotund boots on their feet knocking wildly on every surface. Or they can be villainous and smart, full of smiles and wishing-you-well up to the second they thrust the dagger into your belly. Pitched, lust-crazed, calculated: that is one half of an Okkervil album. The other emotion is equally intense in its thick, slow agony: the eternity it takes to remove the knife, knowing you have it all to do over. And so it goes: soaring, drunk, angry, knife, stab, agony, pull-it-out-and-let's-do-it-again. At the San Fransisco Bathhouse in Wellington, New Zealand, on a crisp early a
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