Last nights Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds show at the Hollywood Bowl brings the summer concert series to and end, almost. Having scored another seamless entry into the venue with our scalped $10 tickets we headed right on over to the nearest empty box seat and plunked down for the evening. And last night was a very nice evening with a mostly full moon and just a wee bit of a chill in the air. The perfect setting for the first live appearance of the band in five years. The friend I went with was not too familiar with the lineup and claimed to be no that into it, said she didn't really get it but appreciated the "weirdness" of the show. I can understand some of the concerns she had because Cave's vocal stylings are...well...unique. For me the deep grooves and layers of rhythm were as rich as Cave's lyrics wicked. Some may have called it solemn, brooding or macabre but I found it ehtereal, poetic and just plain rocking. Highlights of the night included Warren Ellis' eccentric on stage antics and the guy sitting right next to me that took two his of pot as soon as Cave hit the stage and immediately crumpled over and stayed slumpped over for the entire of the show. Almost as classic was his very PO'd girlfriend who kept up her grimmace as much as his slouching. It was a shame he only played a little more than an hour due to the Bowl's strict 10:45 cerfew.
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