City Paper is not for tourists
We went to see the Okkervil River/ New Pornographer’s show last night at the 9:30 Club. I was actually more excited to see Okkervil River, since I listened to the New Pornographers so much a few years ago that even though I still think they’re great, I get sort of ho-hum listening to them more. I’d rather see Neko Case by herself. Anyway, Okkervil River, which I only recently discovered, and thought I really liked, totally ruined the show. They seemed to need the finesse they get in a studio, because the songs had a high school band basement session quality. The lead singer Will Sheff just vamped around, tossing his ridiculous, extreme side-part hipster combover and showing off his creaky yodel. Also, we were standing next to the worst fans on earth: Mr. “Fuck Yeah!” and Mr. and Mrs. Singalong Allthetime. We left, grumpy, a few songs into the New Pornographer’s predictably perfect set. This is not the first time I’ve left the 9:30 Club hating a band I thought I liked. The National was the last time. Maybe I’m just realizing that a lot of the music I listen to isn’t much more than hipster easy listening.