When I was in high school, Hermans Hermits came and played the University Place summer festival in my schools back parking lot, and I went to see them. My dad made me. It was the first time I saw a man in his sixties in this case, lead Hermit Peter Noone thrust his body around and gyrate on stage like arthritis didnt exist. Noone was VH1s Sexiest Artist of 2001 (true), and he was going to live up to that title, goddammit. The Noonatics (which in Tacoma, and probably elsewhere, are middle-aged housewives stoked to be out of the kitchen or the office for a day) went nuts for him. I kept my bra on, but the music I liked. I’m Henry the Eighth, I Am is the ultimate in camp, but the Hermits cover of Im Into Something Good stands up there with the nostalgic best of the Lovin Spoonful and the Turtles in terms of sweet and sunny 60s pop. ERIN K. THOMPSON
Thu., Feb. 10, 7 p.m., 2011
