From the beginning, I pretty much conceded that the 33 bones I forked over last night were more for Okkervil River and less for The New Pornographers. Budgeting the show out only confirms this: OR played $30 worth of rock ‘n roll and TNP played an uninspired $3.
I still don’t see what the big deal is with New Pornographers. Is the average American indie music fan that starved for prog-rock that they need to fool themselves into believing that THP are a good pop group? What this generation needs is a new Meatloaf, not more Robert Fripps. If I wanted that, I’d move back in with my old roommate so we could sit around and listen to Peter Gabriel-vintage-Genesis again. The only difference is that AC Newman doesn’t suffer from night terrors (I assume) or bust into my room at 3am and scream like Donald Sutherland in Invasion of the Body Snatchers.
And I’m not going to comment on Neko Case on bailing on the show. She’s sold the District out before, she’ll do it again.
Also, Charles Bissell’s inclusion into the Okkervil proceedings has made them more Wren-y than I though possible. I’m not sure if this is good or bad.