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a tiny, crappy picture of Lightning Bolt playing ON STAGE (like sell-outs)
Fucked Up, Lightning Bolt

Saturday, September 8th, 2012 (early)

The Showbox at the

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Fucked Up + Lightning Bolt, DJs Dan Savage vs. Ira Glass - the Showbox at the Market - September 8th, 2012

lbstage.JPG
a tiny, crappy picture of Lightning Bolt playing ON STAGE (like sell-outs)
Fucked Up, Lightning Bolt

Saturday, September 8th, 2012 (early)

The Showbox at the Market

Dan Savage vs. Ira Glass "DJ Battle"

Saturday, September 8th, 2012 (late)

The Showbox at the Market

Saturday, the Showbox at the Market played host to two very different shows: an all-ages matinee show with Canadian hardcore band Fucked Up and Providence noise duo Lightning Bolt (and California band Ceremony), and, as an after party for an event at Benaroya Hall, a "DJ Battle"/dance party between Dan Savage and Ira Glass. The early show was a little under-attended, despite the very punk rock price of $10, the late show was sold-out, and despite the fact that I'm sure NPR has done some pieces on " F----- Up," there was very little apparent overlap in their crowds.

Right out the gate at the early show, Lightning Bolt did something I'd never seen them do before: they set up ON STAGE. This might not sound out of the ordinary, but if you've ever seen Lightning Bolt, odds are good you've seen them play on the floor--or, that one time at the former No Space gallery on Summit, on the sidewalk, blocking the street. Stages just weren't part of their DIY amp-pile, home-sewn monster mask aesthetic. When that changed, I don't know, but what it lost in terms of scrappiness or immediacy--especially if you were lucky enough to be standing right on top of their drum kit--it just about made up for with the reason bands used stages in the first place: visibility. Now, you didn't have to be right next to Brian Chippendale's drum kit to be able to watch him freak out, frantically pounding, every muscle tense, for the better part of an hour straight. The sound was massive as usual for them, Brian Gibson's bass riffs providing a thunderous and shrill backdrop for Chippendale's mad percussion, but the set list was, for me, sadly lacking in what I consider their old classic cuts: killer riffs like "Dracula Mountain" or "13 Monsters." Still, an awesome show.

Nothing unusual about Fucked Up's show...

Like always, it was like a performance/enactment of an old, beloved hardcore ritual: the circle pit, the crowd-surfing, bearish frontman Damian Abraham pointing the mic to members of the crowd for key shout-alongs, then wading into the pit himself. To further ground the performance in hardcore history, Abraham enthusiastically lectured the crowd about Seattle's "greatest hardcore band ever," Brotherhood, as well as shouting out a handful of other important bands. Abraham also asked the crowd for late-night sushi recommendations, praised the West Coast of our country as the best place to tour ever, and promised us that healthcare is a good thing and we shouldn't be afraid of universalizing it. They ripped through a bunch of songs off David Comes to Life as well as older tunes like "Baiting the Public" and "Police." I've decided the kinds of mosh-pits that there are, ranked from worst to best, go like this: fist-swinging macho-posturing circle pit << one crowd-surfer for every person in the pit << sardines << pogo-ing. An obvious emo and pop-punk bias, but there you go--and that's not counting the ridiculous old hardcore practice of "kickboxing."

No crowd-surfing for Ira Glass and Dan Savage's dance party unless it happened after I left, but I wouldn't put it past their crowd. This American Life fans apparently had a lot of pent-up partying to get out of their systems--who knew?!--going equally nuts for Savage's disco-showtunes camp ("I'm an Indian Too," "Copacabana," Grease) as for Glass' populist pop (Miley Cyrus' "Party in the U.S.A."). I have never seen a crowd that size--or any size, really--dancing to Barry Manilow (note: I have never been on a cruise ship). Likewise, only at an Ira Glass DJ night do I think you'd see the crowd storming the stage to dance to...the new Cat Power single. Still, even if I found this all a bit scarier than Fucked Up's hardcore pit, you couldn't hate on such enthusiasm, and you have never NEVER seen a more exuberant nerd than Ira Glass DJing "Call Your Girlfriend" (off an iPad, I think?). Pretty cute.

 
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