Good ol’
Wendy Snyder. Just when the day was looking like it was going
to stay nice until the end, she has to go and open her big
mouth. Making my way to stage two for They Might Be Giants the
clouds are starting to roll in and the breeze is getting
colder. Nothing like cold and wet to bring on a good spring
cold. But, it wasn’t raining yet, so I found a nice spot to
wait in prep for the maybe giant guys. While standing, two
nice ladies came up to me, and my first thought was, “Yes, I’m
not the oldest one here!” Then my second thought, well, we’ll
leave that alone, and then one of them asked “What band is playing
next?” I had a handy schedule, so I politely told them “They
Might Be Giants,” and I figured the ice was broken, I was
in. So my thought processes turn to witty banter, “Have you
seen them before,” “How many times,” “Hi, I’m The Dude on
the Right,” “That’s a nice outfit, but it would look nicer on
my bedroom floor,” “Would you like to have breakfast
tomorrow? Should I call you or nudge you?” Oh, I was
ready, I was set, and then the one lady says to the other, “They
Might Be Giants, over here on the small stage? Who booked this
thing?” And before I could start making up names of people
they could send their complaints to, well, they quickly strolled
away. I suppose maybe they went to kick some young, punk ass
and make their way to the front of the stage. Such is my
luck. But it was no time to lament, out came the John and John
and the boys of the band. It was time for confetti.
Such are the likes
of They Might Be Giants, and their fans are, well, dedicated if not
somewhat a little crazy, but the wonder of many of these dedicated
fans seemed to be of why They Might Be Giants was over on the second
stage. They figured John and John deserved top billing, or at
least a spot on the main stage, but as a guy next to me pondered,
when was the last good thing from TMBG? I’m guessing he wasn’t
a fan because they have put out a couple of CD’s in the last
couple of year’s, but sort of compilation records, he wanted
something brand new. I saw the band before, I knew what
to expect, and they continued to put on the same type of show, with
the same type of quirky songs, that I had seen before. But as
fun as They Might Be Giants generally are, I was kind of sad because
it almost seemed routine, like they were going through the
motions. They knew what buttons to push, what would get the
crowd somewhat excited, but didn’t seem to put the energy or heart
into the show like the last time I saw them.
I know their fans liked them, and they played some of my
favorites like the President Polk song and the
Istanbul/Constantinople song, but something was missing. Maybe
it was the seeming impending doom and gloom of the weather, maybe
four thirty in the afternoon is too early for them, but they just
didn’t seem to put on the standard of show I’m used to from
them. I won’t hit them too badly, but it’s ONE THUMB UP
from me for the They Might Be Giant boys.
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