1: The Polyphonic Spree must never see 'A Mighty Wind', lest they realize that they're MADLY less talented than someone farcing their style of music to the Nth degree.
2: The Polyphonic Spree do feature a theramin, which gives them at least one point in my book. They also feature a very cute boy named Toby Halbrooks playing this theramin, which gives them another point. He unfortunately seems to suffer from a rare form of St. Vitus' Dance, which is only actuated when he hears music. This takes away one of the above points. Throw in the fact that (as
lyricagent phrased it) they're what would happen if the Partridge Family kept on begetting offspring, and they're back in the negatives.
3: The Polyphonic Spree is the worst opening act for David Bowie I have ever seen, bar none, not for one fucking second.
They are NOT the worst opening act I have ever seen. That was opening act #3 for Aztec Camera in their SF gig on the tour for 'Love': a band named 'Hard Rain', which will forever be etched on my memory as the worst opening act ever, literally, if not perhaps the worst act I've ever seen live.
4: David Bowie is the only 57-year-old I can imagine watching feel up his crotch while singing. Well, okay, the only one I can imagine doing this without suddenly feeling nauseated.
5: god it's just astonishing how much of his original register he's gotten back since quitting smoking. He did 'Supermen' and the only thing he tweaked out of the original register was that final note in the chorus (how soft-leee a super-goooood DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIES-- you know, that one): kicked it DOWN a third from 'god', rather than up that huge leap to the Everlasting Note. Everything else he practically sounded like 1969 David Bowie. It is amazing and spooky and cool.
2: The Polyphonic Spree do feature a theramin, which gives them at least one point in my book. They also feature a very cute boy named Toby Halbrooks playing this theramin, which gives them another point. He unfortunately seems to suffer from a rare form of St. Vitus' Dance, which is only actuated when he hears music. This takes away one of the above points. Throw in the fact that (as
lyricagent phrased it) they're what would happen if the Partridge Family kept on begetting offspring, and they're back in the negatives.3: The Polyphonic Spree is the worst opening act for David Bowie I have ever seen, bar none, not for one fucking second.
They are NOT the worst opening act I have ever seen. That was opening act #3 for Aztec Camera in their SF gig on the tour for 'Love': a band named 'Hard Rain', which will forever be etched on my memory as the worst opening act ever, literally, if not perhaps the worst act I've ever seen live.
4: David Bowie is the only 57-year-old I can imagine watching feel up his crotch while singing. Well, okay, the only one I can imagine doing this without suddenly feeling nauseated.
5: god it's just astonishing how much of his original register he's gotten back since quitting smoking. He did 'Supermen' and the only thing he tweaked out of the original register was that final note in the chorus (how soft-leee a super-goooood DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIES-- you know, that one): kicked it DOWN a third from 'god', rather than up that huge leap to the Everlasting Note. Everything else he practically sounded like 1969 David Bowie. It is amazing and spooky and cool.
On 57-year-olds groping their crotches: It doesn't quite work for women, does it? But I think Tina Turner is doing a fairly good job of maintaining, and there are a few other women who may be pushing sixty in the biz who could perhaps get away with a breast-groping. And there are a few old-school icons who are allowed to still grope their aging crotchs because, well, they're who they are. Johnny ROtten will be groping his crotch in his open coffin, I have little doubt, and similarly Iggy, but no, we didn't want to see it.
...Polyphonic Spree. Even the name makes me itch. Did this boy twitch WHILE playing the theremin, and wouldn't that be a really bad thing? And the idea of inbred Partridges repeatedly inbreeding on some sort of never-ending road tour is right out of Garth Ennis or the like, thank you, yuck.
But yum, Bowie.
fear. yes. lots of fear.
glad you had a good time at Bowie...
*grin* Yep. Alternately, we could be an carefully crafted robot. But I was very happy with him in January.
Re: Polyphonic Spree, James has taken a shine to them. I'm not yet convinced.
Musical dancing candy.
Aiee, my brain.
Ooooooooooooh...
Re: Ooooooooooooh...
Thank you! I thought I was the only one...
You sure it wasn't just someone sitting backstage tweaking a knob? Digital technology is quite capable of this, these days. 57-year-old men don't just suddenly regain the vocal registers of their youth.
I'm not sure that the knobtweaking could modify how he was singing.
It's not suddenly, too: he's quit several years ago, at this point.