After a stop for some overpriced Mexican food, we found ourselves at the Independent to see Foxygen. They had one of my favorite albums of 2013, the somewhat embarrassingly named "We Are the 21st Century Ambassadors of Peace & Magic," but I had heard some disturbing stories about their live shows - i.e., long breaks in the middle of sets, fighting onstage, and all kinds of other bullshit that bands shouldn't do but I think they're about 15 years old so what do you want out of a kid. Also, the lead singer fell off the stage once and broke his leg. The Wife had been exposed to the music just from me constantly playing the album last year but I don't think she expected much.
It was fucking great. Go see this band if you ever get a chance.
One touchpoint for their sounds is Satanic Majesties Request-era Stones, and the lead singer did his best nouveau Jagger, down to the duckface and the utterly inhibition-free dancing. Plus, they had three women backup singers. INDIE BANDS, YOU HAVE BEEN DOING IT WRONG THE WHOLE TIME. Why stand there glumly when you can have THREE WOMEN BACKUP SINGERS and dance around?
Mini-Jagger's between-song banter was eclectic, to say the least. "MAKE SOME NOISE IF YOU'RE PREGNANT!" he yelled at one point. Then, looking almost directly at me (we were right up front), he said, "Who here got a babysitter so they could come to the show tonight?" IT'S LIKE YOU'RE LOOKING INTO MY SOUL MAN.
Plus a lot of my favorite songs were frontloaded, which was was great because we had to leave at 11:20 because of our dopey baby. Always stepping on our good time! I'm just kidding, CPS, put the phone down. But seriously, it's tough when the headliner doesn't even go on until 10:45. Man, we are all fucking old.
Goddam it was fun.