Notes From A Drunkard: Avett Brothers @ the Music Box at the Fonda 5/9/09

I had sincere journalistic intentions when I set out to review this show. I really did. I planned to stake out a good spot by the stage, snap a bunch of live action shots, and scribe to-the-minute notes of witty inspirations, peppered with thoughtful alliterations. It was to be like a song.

That was, of course, until I hoovered a deadly pre-show dinner combo of Prosecco & Pork Confit (thanks, Bowery), followed by multiple Jack & Diet digestifs at the venue. After that, all I could squeeze out was this picture and the following notes, copied verbatim from my phone (Hag, don't judge me!):

avett
rousing, stomping sing-along
cheery crowd
busted strings

headbanging asian with no voice
just screaming to be heard

old school instruments
bushy beard spoken word

third song slow song lost edge
unless you imagined they were
singing right to you.

were you ever really listening
blonde with the black frame glasses
triumphantly claiming shame
as if it were her own

studio translation conundrum
more rain dance stomping
call and response

bass guy
SO pumped he picked the right instrument
in band class

gratitude

piano cello solo
out of place but
compassionately received

kickdrum silliness

magnolia tree
bass guy has pipes
surprise twist!

The end! I certainly meant to pretty it up, but I'll bet that even those fun little folky bastards themselves wouldn't want it that way. Good show, gentlemen. The streak has ended.