Imagine the front of this place swarmed by hipsters in ironic t-shirts. We fit right in with our latest thrift store finds.
The I-Man and I drove to Detroit last night to see Flight of the Conchords perform live. Detroit is very dilapidated. BTW. Just as I always dreamed it would be. But the venue was awesome. It was the
Fox Theatre, which is all historical and pretty and shit. I really wanted to take pictures, but I was forced to lie and say I had no camera and then took furtive shots during the show with no flash.
View from the balcony, which we did not sit in. Pretty fancy, no? The fabulous
Eugene Mirman opened for them (boy, does that guy hate Delta Airlines), and commented that Detroit spent all its money building this. In 1928.
Oh look! It is our dear friend Thrift Store Champion standing outside the venue before we had a somewhat ridiculous Subway sandwich semi-debacle. I didn't get the flying lions in the shot, but at least it proves we were there. Outside the theater, anyway.
Pretty good seats, eh? One of the tall guys in front of me got up to get an $8 beer and I took this fine flashless shot of the stage. I swear, that's totally the cello guy, Jemaine, and Bret. Did you know Bret plays guitar, mini-piano, regular-size keyboard, and the drums (on "Mutha'uckas")?
A few high- and/or lowlights:
1. Hecklers. Too many. The guys were good at dealing with them, but Jemaine suggested at one point that they (FotC) could leave if we just wanted to hear ourselves talk. Assholes. Shut up about wanting to have Bret's babies or asking who wants to rock the party. I didn't pay $48 with fees and my firstborn to listen to you try to be funny. I paid for Bret and Jemaine. To see them. To see them be funny. Which they were.
2. Some girls tried to walk up to the stage and were escorted away by security. Also during "Sugar Lumps," when the guys came out to the edge of the stage to sing and dance like a boy band, some girls tried to come up on stage when Bret touched their hands. Crazy!
3. "Albi the Racist Dragon" was pretty awesome.
4. They entered the stage wearing silver shirts with disco-ball cups over their pants and cardboard robot heads to sing "Too Many Dicks on the Dancefloor." Pretty great.
5. Best part, during the encore: "My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment, I made all of the ladies in the first three rows pregnant... Congratulations, bitches!"
*Just one of many challenges faced by famous musicians in the backstage area.
Imagine the front of this place swarmed by hipsters in ironic t-shirts. We fit right in with our latest thrift store finds.
View from the balcony, which we did not sit in. Pretty fancy, no? The fabulous Eugene Mirman opened for them (boy, does that guy hate Delta Airlines), and commented that Detroit spent all its money building this. In 1928.
Oh look! It is our dear friend Thrift Store Champion standing outside the venue before we had a somewhat ridiculous Subway sandwich semi-debacle. I didn't get the flying lions in the shot, but at least it proves we were there. Outside the theater, anyway.
Pretty good seats, eh? One of the tall guys in front of me got up to get an $8 beer and I took this fine flashless shot of the stage. I swear, that's totally the cello guy, Jemaine, and Bret. Did you know Bret plays guitar, mini-piano, regular-size keyboard, and the drums (on "Mutha'uckas")?
A few high- and/or lowlights:
1. Hecklers. Too many. The guys were good at dealing with them, but Jemaine suggested at one point that they (FotC) could leave if we just wanted to hear ourselves talk. Assholes. Shut up about wanting to have Bret's babies or asking who wants to rock the party. I didn't pay $48 with fees and my firstborn to listen to you try to be funny. I paid for Bret and Jemaine. To see them. To see them be funny. Which they were.
2. Some girls tried to walk up to the stage and were escorted away by security. Also during "Sugar Lumps," when the guys came out to the edge of the stage to sing and dance like a boy band, some girls tried to come up on stage when Bret touched their hands. Crazy!
3. "Albi the Racist Dragon" was pretty awesome.
4. They entered the stage wearing silver shirts with disco-ball cups over their pants and cardboard robot heads to sing "Too Many Dicks on the Dancefloor." Pretty great.
5. Best part, during the encore: "My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment, I made all of the ladies in the first three rows pregnant... Congratulations, bitches!"
*Just one of many challenges faced by famous musicians in the backstage area.
i flew into detroit once and then had to drive threw the most horrible looking hood i've ever seen to get out of the airport, that place is scary!
ReplyDeleteI really hope this post somehow starts an elaborate internet rumor about Jemaine cheating on his wife in Detroit.
ReplyDeleteThis is a good preview to when I go see them in May! Huzzah!
ReplyDeleteI am a wee bit jealous! I really need to just watch ginormous amounts of the series, of course, perhaps with you and Kash. Let's work on that.
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