April 18th, 2009 at 1:54 pm
And it wasâ¦ flat. Dull. Dreary.
The bandâs bassist, Lou Barlow, went as far as to call the crowd out.
âYou have no energy,â he said, then added a quick âsorry,â as if to apologize for what heâd just admitted. But he was right.
Of course, Dinosaur Jr. didnât exactly come screaming onto stage with manic energy, either.
Click the âmoreâ link below to continue reading about Dinosaur Jr.âs April 17 performance at Georgeâs Majestic Lounge.
Call it a paradox, one of those live performance conundrums: Did the crowd have no energy because the band didnât, or did the band have no energy because the crowd was listless?
Answers like that arenât easy to come by, but I talked to several people who were displeased with the length of the show, the vibe, the sound mixingâ¦ everything, really.
It was an interesting crowd that was assembled at Georgeâs on Friday night, and it should tell you something about the band. Dinosaur Jr. launched themselves onto the scene in the late â80s with a series of potent, grungy records, that, along with contemporaries such as Sonic Youth, helped define the alt-rock and indie-rock movement that was then still in its nascent days.
But in the late â90s, the band broke up for about 10 years. The momentum left.
And so there were quite a few people, perhaps 25 percent of the crowd, that were in the their late 30s or early 40s there to remember a band that broke while they were in college.
Since reuniting in 2005, the band has released an album and has completed another that will be released June 23. Those albums have yet to re-create the buzz.
So new fans, college-aged fans, the kind that made up the majority of last nightâs crowd, were still crawling when Dinosaur Jr. hit their peak. Perhaps they know the catalog and are into it. Or perhaps they were there because they were told Dino Jr. was a band that all the cool kids were supposed to like. At any rate, Barlow wasnât wrong about the energy level.
Although, it must be said: Itâs hard to dance at a Dinosaur Jr. show. Itâs an ominous sign that onstage were not one, not two, but three Marshall stack amps taller than a human being behind where guitarist J. Mascis would stand for much of the night. It was loud, real loud, unbearable without earplugs loud.
Make no doubt about it, either. This was Mascisâ show. With all due respect to the musicianship of Barlow and drummer Murph, they werenât the ones that drew screams of appreciation when they entered the stage.
The songs, with muddy, droning vocals, are but launching pads for the guitar work of Mascis, which came in wave after wave of solos that thankfully never seemed tedious or overdone. Rather, most people got their moneyâs worth alone in hearing those solos, especially those that erupted on a jam session that extended from a song that will appear on the new album.
No, this night wasnât about songs, even though the band did play both tunes that would most likely considered their hits: âFeel The Painâ and a cover of The Cureâs âJust Like Heaven.â
It was about appreciating loud guitars and fast drumming. And for that reason, the air guitar/beer bottle microphone singing/air drumming crowd was active last night, pretending like they could keep up, which was rather unlikely.
You got it, or you didnât. As for the Fayetteville crowd, Iâm leaning on the latter. Georgeâs was a lot less full at the end of Dinosaur Jr.âs 70-minute set than it was at the beginning.
As for the opener, I missed them due to another engagement. But I heard good things. Perhaps Dead Confederate can make it back to Fayetteville soon. From what I heard, they made a few fans last night.