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Live DC: Bowerbirds & Bon Iver

Live DC: Bowerbirds & Bon Iver

August 5, 2008 by Matt Siblo Send to a Friend Send to a Friend

All Photos: Michael Starghill

“Just a reminder, you can shut the hell up that’s fine too,” mused an exasperated Phil Moore of Bowerbirds. The Friday night crowd at the Black Cat was certainly chatty much to the dismay of its opening acts. Perhaps because it was the start of a mild summer weekend or those in attendance did not feel obliged to sit pensively through two straight acts, Bowerbirds’ set drew battle lines between the faithful in the front and the roaring crowd in the rear. Backed by an accordion, violen and sturdy, simplistic occasional percussion, Bowerbirds projected a wistful, almost aching sound that complimented its headliners nicely. Although the band was noticeably (and rightfully) perturbed by the lack of respect shown by the audience, its songs came alive behind the incessant murmurs and impatience; the band’s sleepy hooks flourished amidst its noisy surroundings.

The crowd reluctantly settled down by the time Justin Vernon and the rest of Bon Iver took the stage, if only just barely. A collective shushing gave way to the hushed opening of “Flume,” the opening track from the acclaimed For Emma, Forever Ago. “Lump Sum” followed next, its harmonies expanding with the help of Bowerbirds’ Mark Paulson alongside the rest of his band.

Vernon’s songs have quickly embodied the spirit of folk music what reaches beyond its mere aesthetics and fabled origins. In their short life, these songs already transcend its singular performer finding power in the presence and participation of an audience, even this one. With “The Wolves (Acts 1 and 2),” the talkative crowd now had a singular voice, finally finding something worthwhile to say. The intensity was heightened by the song’s finale, a shambolic deconstruction of its textured melodies. This dynamic was also used to fruitful effect on “Creature Fear,” a bluesy slide guitar helped make way towards a bustling, surging finale. Vernon, whose introverted demeanor was heightened by his tea sipping and terse in-between banter, previewed a new song into the set which also included a cover of Talk Talk’s “I Believe in You” for the encore. The song, which may or may not been called “Blood Bank,” was a jarring departure for those expecting more of the same. Vernon’s voice was no longer the centerpiece, replaced a playful organ and a fuller, more band oriented sound. Perhaps due to the noise, “re: stacks” was the set’s only noticeable omission, a shame considering it was also left out of the band’s set at the Pitchfork Music Festival presumably for the same reason. That left “For Emma” to end the proper set, its twangy guitar and relaxed hums converging briefly before the venue’s background noise once again took center stage.

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Rachel Says:

Great pictures Mike!

August 5, 2008 at 1:34 pm
yomamaisasnowblower Says:

I blame this website for the recent lash of douchebag concert attendees who’ve been showing up at gigs recently b/c they heard the band was a must see from byt and then yap throughout the entire show. It’s very frustrating for the people there to see the band, not there to be seen in the scene. Can you please start posting only Barry Manilow’s (and kind) DC tour stops from now on so the cowering masses will go there? I appreciate Siblo’s mild mentioning of the latter-half-of-the-crowd’s rude behavior.

thanks,
a music fan

ps. don’t write back that i’m reading this website too. I got on here today for the pure purpose of sending this message some how and it was pure happenstance that Phil Moore and I share the same opinion.

August 5, 2008 at 2:51 pm
Svetlana Says:

yes please, lets not support great music.
lets just be quiet about how amazing something is so that people can live in permanent obscurity and achieve no success in life.

p.s. the last bon iver show was a shitstorm crowd wise as well, rather inexplicably

http://www.brightestyoungthings.com/live-dc/live-dc-black-mountain-bon-iver-rnr-hotel/

this is a matter of being brought up right, not reading certain publications.

August 5, 2008 at 3:06 pm
Michael Says:

Having gone to shows for 10 years in this town I can state for a fact that douchebags showing up and talking all through one isn’t the fault of BYT. It’s the fault of people being fucking douchebags.

The Washington Post Express crowd is a billion fucking times worse than any crowd BYT gets to go out through promotion. You can always tell the Express crowd: they complain about everything and still think the Black Cat is in a dangerous place and you can still hire prostitutes on 14th st.

August 5, 2008 at 3:31 pm
John Foster Says:

I am fairly certain from our conversations that Phil Moore appreciates this site’s attention. Both of those acts worry me if they are not booked appropriately (here they certainly were) and if the room is too big to contain their intimate songwriting. There is nothing tougher than trying to tame 600 people with just your voice and a quiet acoustic guitar when just the very sound of ordering a drink interrupts the proceedings. Jose Gonzales has taken to playing only seated shows and goes as far as mic’ing his toe taps and posting signs all around the venue to please respect the quiet nature of the performance so that he can play to as many people as want to see him. Its tough to pull off.

Having said all that - I will never understand how someone goes through the effort of going to a club for live music and then sets out to make the show unenjoyable.

August 5, 2008 at 3:35 pm
Jeff Koz Says:

Actually, you can still hire prostitutes on 14th St.

In between L St and P St, mostly north of Thomas Circle. Look carefully — but don’t touch.

August 5, 2008 at 3:38 pm
Michael Says:

“Having said all that - I will never understand how someone goes through the effort of going to a club for live music and then sets out to make the show unenjoyable.”

Because they’re self-centered fuckasses John, and they’re everywhere: They’re the soccer mom who insists on pushing her two 5 and 6 yr old kids in a 4×4 stoller into a coffee shop, they’re the moron who is walking at the mall and suddenly just stops rather than moving to the side before stopping, they’re the idiot on the left side of the escalator, the asshole who stands in the single-frame doorway leading between two rooms in a crowded bar, the same idiot who suddenly will turn and go the opposite way when weeding between people at a crowded bar, and the asshole who had absolutely no idea their conversation is carrying all over the place, because the world revolves around them, and thinking that something they do has an effect on anyone else just isn’t a thought that ever enters their minds.

Their parents failed because they were afraid to teach manners because it may have hurt their precious child’s feelings.

August 5, 2008 at 3:56 pm
Ingrid Stahlk Says:

manners you say? i don’t believe those exist anymore…you know we have replaced manners with consumerism and so on.

wish i could’ve made the show!

i.s.

August 5, 2008 at 4:24 pm