Opening the show last night was Elvis Perkins - a rather genius choice. I have never seen Perkins live and last night made me regret that. His brand of deeply rooted folk rock was a perfect compliment to CWK and provided for some fantastic onstage collaborations between the two bands (the above picture shows Willett playing piano for Perkins).
The boys from California put on a brilliant show. Full of heart and soul, each of their songs come out like a southern hymn. They remind me a bit of Johnny Cash actually. The same way Cash would sing about going to the gallows as if he personally made that walk, Nathan bellows about waiting on death row, waiting for a pardon.
'Hang me up to dry,' 'Red wine, Success!,' and 'Saint John' were the crowd pleasers of the evening, but as a whole, it was a wonderful show. For my sake and the bands though, I wish it had started earlier in the evening. Standing at a concert at 11:30pm on a Monday is a rough place to be.
The show was being filmed last night for reasons unknown. One of the camera girls, Thalia, had this to say on her MySpace blog: god, was filming Cold War Kids and Elvis Perkins at the Bowery for work and it was torture. torture. some music just needs to die a quick and painful death. some musicians need to realize how stupid they look on stage. and go home. and to think i could have been sitting on my couch reading about the history of africa last night.
All of the bands joined CWK onstage for the encore, including some randoms (friends perhaps?).
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