[ATTENDED: December 15, 2022] Modest Mouse
Last year, Modest Mouse was the first concert I saw after the pandemic. This year, Modest Mouse was the last concert I’ll see in 2022 (nothing dramatic about that, I just don’t have any more shows lined up until next year).
As I’ve said before, I wasn’t planning to see them. In fact, I felt like I had seen them even more recently than last year. But this was a special tour–the 25th anniversary tour of their album The Lonesome Crowded West, with a really stripped down band. Last time I saw them, there were six people on stage (there were like nine the previous show). This time it’s just a four piece: Isaac Brock and co-founder Jeremiah Green joined by (regular) bassist Russell Higbee and guitarist Simon O’Connor who played last time I saw them.
This meant a stripped down, really rocking show. Which befits the far more stripped down and rocking sound of this earlier album.
Normally I’m all about seeing the opening band. But I’ve had a few liberating experiences lately where i have deliberately blown off the opening band and been pleased with the decision. I hadn’t heard of the band Mattress. I looked them up before the show and learned that Mattress is the project of Rex Marshall. And that the act is pretty much Marshall wearing a gold lame suit and acting like an abrasive lounge singer.
I listened to a song online and decided that I did not need to stand through that. Sidenote: It reminded me a lot of Wetface the weird, is-it-a-joke band who opened for Built to Spill this summer. I sat through that twice and consider that my penance. (incidentally, I often think of Built to Spill and Modest Mouse in the same breath for some reason, so it’s interesting that they would have similar bands on this year’s tour).
So that mean I got to the Fillmore around 8:45. The evening happened to be one of the rainiest nights in recent memory. It rained hard. All day. I very much considered not going to this show because of the weather. But I decided to go and drove through the terrible lashing rain. I kinda thought that the rain might keep others away and, if I was arriving late, maybe I could get free parking at the the Fillmore lot. Indeed no. In fact, it was full. So I went past the lot and immediately got lost in the bowels of the roads beneath 95. Holy cow. I drove for about 8 minutes in crazy rain knowing where I was but having not idea where I actually was. I finally found my way to the casino for parking and hurries across to the venue only to find a lineup! (more…)