athnes show 10/20

[chip wienges]

i don't really know WHAT to say.
 
never have i seen anything like it.  

yeah.  there just aren't words.  

[peanut butter puddin surprise]

Okay, how about the following:

It rocked.

It really rocked.

Damn it, it rocked me like a hurricane...

[chip wienges]

nobody's ripped through town like that since modest mouse's 2001 show.  it was fucking astonishing, dude.

[peanut butter puddin surprise]

That's awesome.  I'm glad to hear it!  ;D

[my_evening_jacket]

I too was amazed seeing the Jacket for the first time.

Consider yourself baptized in the spirit of rock and roll, in the name of Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath and Roy Orbison.

[gabe]

yyyyyeah.

i was fucking astonished.

wonderful show.

[goldengator]

This review was on the Drive By Truckers list...
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Most times when folks write about or talk about My Morning Jacket they describe the band's sound as a cross between two seemingly polar opposites.  I can't really come up with one on my own, they sound like My Morning Jacket music.  But some exuberant fellow was telling everyone in his proximity that he thought they were a perfect cross between the Jesus and Mary Chain and the Grateful Dead.  Works for me.  There was a shit ton and half of people their for a Monday, even with the town's upper-crust of indierock elite seeing some band that might have been called the next big thing.  But that's whinerock and I like the whine from time to time but not when a Flying V is right around the corner.  

They start playing and I don't know song titles, they never seemed that important.  But I recognize riffs, cord changes, and drum beats.  And that voice; the lyrics aren't that easy to understand but it's really its own instrument.  The crowd is in a frenzy; yelling, dancing, hair swinging and air guitar all around.  The intensity is rising and falling and everyone in the on the floor is falling for it, suckered in by the brute force of it all.  If any men or women where wearing high heeled shoes they certainly fell to the ground.  And this was just the first song!   They keep ripping through recognizable songs from their latest albums and others less familiar.  Some are slower, but they tear from the insides out.  Eventually MMJ starts playing, DoomDoom---DoomDoom--DOOM.  It's the song from the Conan show, I'll call it the Conan O'brien song.  This is what the ten dollars was for, flames coming from the sky and all that.  Somewhere in the middle of all this ruckus, the guitar evangelist that don't sing rips into a solo that would have grandmothers across the globe conjuring up visions of the devil and his spawn.  That good, yes.  The show's going on over and hour and the guitar evangelist that does sing, has been checking with the folks, making sure everyone is still doing OK.  It's readily apparent that MMJ is have a nice Monday.  

This is a rock show, there should be millions in attendance.  Those white-belted boys of the Strokes should lick the sweat off of MMJ's balls to learn something about rock'n'roll.  The band stops and exits the stage.  Some may call it an encore, some may say it was a second set, but in your best Joe Dirt voice just say, "It was kick-ass."  First with the singing fellow on just the acoustic guitar for a few songs and then with the whole band.  MMJ was building the son-of-a-bitch up again.  Like 5 dudes building a house, about the time they got the roof on tight, they blew it off.  Their instrumental prowess was tough, and it got tougher as the night went on until finally it was TUFF.  Meaty like an 18oz. steak you don't have to pay for if you finish it, the crowd was starving for more.  And at the same time, with a few more beers all around, the place could have been full of weepy eyes, trying to wipe away their excitement.  My Morning Jacket is serious spiritual cleansing.

 

If there's not a tape of this show then the world is a sadder place.  If there is one on this list please put me first in line.

charles

[chip wienges]

that review came out in NO time...pretty right on, though.  it did feel like MMJ was digging the crowd responsiveness, esp. on a monday night.  athens crowds are well known by musicians for being finicky and sometimes downright rude (just ask yo la tengo)...the boys weren't leaving that as an option this time.

and that was no encore, that was a fullon second set. i have no doubt that if they could have played until 4a.m., they would have.

thanks for posting that review though...