Fleet Foxes were molto impressivo at Bowery Ballroom last night.  As they got onstage I had the thought "If these guys can't sing live, we're in for a long set".  That thought was laid to rest approximately one second into the first song.  Goddamn!  They were also so self-assured and relaxed onstage, like they were playing the show in a friend's living room, chatting with the crowd, being witty.  
Ola Podrida were cute in that they all were soooo nervous.  I wanted to get up there and give them all a hug and tell them they were doing a great job.  Good tunes in an Iron and Wine kind of way.  Blitzen Trapper were as high octane as I suspected them to be.  The drummer in particular was a source of endless entertainment as he rocked the fuck out in a southern-fried Keith Moon kind of way the whole time he was up there.  Rachel made the sage observation that if a movie were ever made about the band Phillip Seymour Hoffman would have to play the drummer.
30 March 2008
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