OCT. 11, 2017 SEATTLE SHOW:
I attended the HS&TWI Neptune Theatre show in Seattle, and felt lucky to obtain an audio recording of the whole show - extra lucky 'cause during the very first song, I got "busted" by a security guard who told me that re. my recorder, I had to "put it away". Ouch. I'd been foolishly holding it openly in my hand, and the guard's view, contrary to my own, was the sign that forbade photography & video also applied to audio recording.
ut within a minute of shutting down my recorder, I pressed "Record" again, and safely "put it away" again in my shirt pocket where it discreetly recorded the rest of the show. So, all that's missing is less than a minute of the first song. I'll share the whole recording soon. So far I've upped just one song from it to youtube, here:
https://youtu.be/LlEff3U2XYk It's a cover they played of the song "Primitive" . Many may know The Cramps' version, but it's not a Cramps original. Others did it first.
The show eventful in ways both bad & good. An upset Hope quit the stage mid-set after just 6 songs, the band followed her, and it took nearly an hour for Hope to get herself back in a state to continue. She was not the least bit peeved wit the near-perfect Seattle crowd. It was other things that were preying on her mind, apparently. Col m said they'd been traumatized by the Sonoma wildfires that are still burning and have kiled many people as they saw the destruction first hand. He said fires got so close to their own tour bus, their bus was "nearly engulfed by flames." Hope said she'd also had a run-in with someone and that it "threw [her off guard." Colm said they also had to fire their entire sound crew the day before. The Portland show was that day and reportedly had terrible sound, according to audience reports.There was also mention by Colm of "interference" on Hope's ear bud monitors, a technical problem. Hope said "[I] reached my braeking point." Thankfully, she came back in a good mood and did 8 more songs. She was appreciative of Seattle's respectful audience (enthusiastic between songs, nearly silent during song), and as in 2013 with Mazzy Star at the same venue, she became friendly & chatty with the Seattle crowd. She was apologetic about the long delay. Just before the last song, she realized she had two glasses of wine on stage and handed one to a guy in the front row and clinked glasses with him!
Hope's singing was mostly very good. One complaint of mine was the bass was way too heavy in the mix on many songs, creating a boom and rumble effect that drowned out Hope's voice and the other instruments too often. In some ways, my recording sounds better than what I heard in person because my recorder doesn't allow bass to overwhelm other sounds, and guitar, voice, and drums all sound clearer than what I heard at the venue.
Colm put down his drumsticks to play glockenspiel on "Suzanne" , and play guitar on a few songs. He played the lead guitar picking on "Day Disguise."
Hope was slightly more visible this time than in 2013. Several dim purple lamps on the stage helped. I regret I got no photos. If anyone knows of any pics of the Seattle show, do let me know.
Seattle Set (same as Sonoma's, except The Hiking Son was omitted):
1 Not All Our Tears
2 Salt of the Sea
3 Around My Smile
4 Sleep
5 Day Disguise
6 That Spider
7 Trouble
8 I Thought I'd Fall for You
9 Suzanne
10 Into the Trees
11 Liquid Lady
Encore:
12 Let Me Get There
13 Primitive
14 Antiquity
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Here's a music journalist's review of the show:
http://www.thestranger.com/slog/2017/10 ... last-nightMUSIC
Fire-Traumatized Hope Sandoval & the Warm Inventions Soothed Minds at the Neptune Last Night
by Dave Segal • Oct 12, 2017
Taking a page from the Robert Fripp handbook of audience etiquette.
The contrast between Tuesday night's King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard gig at Neptune and last night's Hope Sandoval & the Warm Inventions show at the same venue couldn't be more stark. The former: seven Aussie bros sounding as if they were playing Focus' "Hocus Pocus" after gobbling fistfuls of trucker speed. The latter: all sedate lopes, sighing guitar spangles, morose keyboard drones, and Sandoval's vocals wafting out in pacifying puffs that exist in a perpetual 3:13 a.m. state of ennui-bliss. At the King Gizzard performance, five assholes body-checked me while rushing to the front in the first 15 minutes with nary a "sorry." For the Warm Inventions, people stood or sat in rapt attention, (mostly) obeying the group's edict not to take photos or video.
Before we get to the headliners, props must be given to Daydream Machine for covering Spacemen 3's "Walkin' with Jesus" with gusto and reverence, replete with a guitarist doing Townshendian windmill strokes. (It was the only song of Daydream Machine's I caught, because public transportation.) In the gap between sets, the Rolling Stones' "Heaven" got aired twice over the PA, but that chillest of Jagger performances actually established the proper mindset for Hope Sandoval and co.
The Warm Inventions' set leaned heavily on their most recent album, 2016's Until the Hunter. (Important: Kurt Vile did not show to duet on “Let Me Get There.”) "Not All Our Tears" opened things with the opiated splendor of "Venus in Furs," its insular majesty reflecting the group's most attractive mode. (Expert spotlight-avoider Sandoval remained in darkness throughout the night. She is the anti-diva's anti-diva.)
There followed five ballads that varied ever so slightly in emphasis from spangly spookiness to narcotized beauty to gentle chug to music-box delicacy to mild tumult. I think Sandoval hit one bum note on the xylophone in the third song, and it stood out as a highlight. Lots of couples in the crowd held each other close. It was that kind of night.
And then after the sixth song, Sandoval walked off without a word. The bassist looked surprised. Drummer Colm Ó Cíosóig—famous for his galvanic sticksmanship in My Bloody Valentine—told the crowd, "We just escaped the Sonoma fire. We're still traumatized. Bear with us." He also mentioned "interference in the monitors" as a factor, and that they had just sacked their sound crew. The entire band exited and somebody put on a creepy sub-Coil track for the entire 55-minute delay. Many attendees bounced.
When Sandoval and the Warm Inventions returned, the remaining audience members enthusiastically greeted them. More ballads ensued. Some were dismally grand, some stoically wistful, some recalled spaghetti Western soundtracks, some were desultorily sultry, one—"Liquid Lady"—had the louche swagger of David Lynch's "Pink Room." The one constant was Sandoval's sullen, silken vocals, as lusciously lethargic as ever. It's not difficult to see why fans worship her.
Unless you're a total boor, Hope Sandoval & the Warm Inventions' songs ease your reality-addled mind. That is a not unimportant feat.