I'll have some proper comments on this raucous, sold-out affair that sent grins and ripples through West Bremerton up shortly.
Angela Dice/Courtesy of KitsapSun.com Cave Singers played Bremerton's Hi-Fidelity Lounge with Dutchess and the Duke on Wednesday, Feb. 24
UPDATE: 12:52 p.m.
When I was in school at the University of Idaho, the kids who booked shows had the crazy idea to bring in Blackalicious to play a 600(ish) capacity ballroom on campus. The suits were a little concerned. They hired a bunch of off-duty cops to run security (OH, GOD, RAP MUSIC!), and encouraged the students to book the show as a "Hip Hop Extravaganza" because, obviously, nobody had ever heard of Blackalicious in northern(ish) Idaho.
It was no great shock when the show quickly sold out. There were no arrests or incidents. And the thunderous roars the all-white audience threw back at the stage sent looks of shock and surprise on the crew's faces. Everyone had a good time. Blackalicous got to meet a group of fans they never knew they had, and those of us going to school in Moscow got to see some top-knotch hip hop, something you usually had to trek into Seattle to get.
Last night's Cave Singers/Dutchess & the Duke blowout at Bremerton's Hi-Fidelity Lounge had the same vibe as that Blackalicious show did. The 68-capacity room was sold out weeks in advance (six tickets, apparently, were sold immediately at the bar when the owner hung up the phone call confirming the show), two of Seattle's finest pop acts got to meet a roomful of fans they may not have known they had (yes, they get the Weekly and KEXP in Bremerton), and a few dozen Bremertonians got to take in some of the region's finest up-and-coming indie rock without catching the 60-minute ferry into Seattle. It was all smiles.
Dutchess & the Duke started the night off ditching the stage, mics, and amps, plopping themselves down in the middle of the room, playing in the round and acoustic. Jesse Lortz's guitar and vocals were drowning out Kimberly Morrison a bit in the un-amplified setting, so he got down on the floor and played most of the show in the proposal position, with Morrison propped up on a stool. When the crew in the back started getting a little chatty, the duo uprooted and brought their music in their direction, silencing the disturbers. It was the perfect house party in a room that's set up like Forman's basement in That '70s Show.
Cave Singers tossed a match on the kerosene-soaked crowd and burned the place down. The crowd -- barely a foot away from Derek Fudesco as he plucked and weaved with his guitar, and Pete Quirk as he sang and shook a maraca like his life depended on it -- ate up every note of the trio's sweaty set, which spanned their first two LPs, and even included a new song or two, if I'm not mistaken.
It was the most fun I've had in a club in quite some time. I know I'm not alone.