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Thursday, May 14, 2009

Flight of the Conchords, Freebird, and Albi the Racist Dragon.

Posted by Erik Henriksen on Thu, May 14, 2009 at 11:34 PM


The opening song at the sold-out Flight of the Conchords show at the Schnitz earlier this evening?

And also, Bret and Jemaine were wearing robot costumes as they performed it. In other words, the Flight of the Conchords' live show—their first-ever in Portland—was pretty much just as awesome as everyone was hoping it'd be.

Also, while we're "YouTubin' it up," as my "tweeps" might "twit it," I might as well point out that if there's a concert experience more heartwarming than hearing "Albi the Racist Dragon" live, I don't know what it is, and frankly, I don't care to know.

"Albi" and "Too Many Dicks" were the high points of the evening, though it's pretty impossible to argue with solid live versions of "Hiphopoptamus vs. Rhymenocerous" and "Business Time." But maybe not unexpectedly, the time between songs was just as enjoyable as the music. Like any sneering concert-goer, normally I'd get fairly to moderately pissed at a band that based their live show as much on their banter as on their music, but the Conchords are the exception proves the rule. Almost every song was followed by a fair amount of banter, and while some bits felt overly familiar to the duo, most were sharp, and all of it was funny. In fact, the banter was even more reliably great than the music, since some of the Conchords' more ornate numbers—"Bowie" springs to mind—just didn't pack the punch live that they do on the Conchords' TV show, coming out more muddled than they should've.

If I had to sum up the evening, though, I'd mention this: Just as at every goddamn concert in the history of concerts, some douchebag yelled out "Freebird!" At any other goddamn concert, said douchebag would have been ignored, or preferably, soundly beaten in the parking lot after the show. But earlier tonight, when Douche O'Baggerson guffawed out "Freebird!", Jemaine just looked right at him for a moment—not looking angry, but just kind of... disappointed, just slowly shaking his head—and then both Jemaine and Bret, without even a pause, launched right into an unexpectedly amazing version of "Freebird" that was about a billion times more entertaining and hilarious than it had any right to be. And everybody laughed, and everybody was delighted, and that was that.

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