A Badly Slept Badly Drawn Boy
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- March 29, 2007

Vancouver's great place to be for gigs, 'cause lots of tours either start or stop here at the continent's NW corner. That's rad when tours start or finish off with a bang, but surely sometimes a band is just too strung out by long relentless string of repetitive gigs to really deliver the goods.
Apparently that was the case when Manchester's Badly Drawn Boy played their last gig after months on the fly: by the time he got to Van, he was so burned out, he could barely get through the show. Before the gig, the bass player mentioned to me how knackered everyone was at this point in time. And then when I saw everyone playing, I realized something kinda important was missing: enthusiasm.
You know it's rough when you're trying to identify someone in the band who's at least nodding their head to the strumming of a guitar. Even when Damon Gough (aka BDB) climbed up on the speakers and waved his arms around, or when he shook hands with audience members, it still seemed like he was dreaming about how soft his pillow would be.
Still don't believe me? Then let's count up the times he faltered in a song and had to restart it up. After one song crashed for the second time, he had to light a smoke before attempting it again. But pay attention, kiddies, 'cause smoking's bad for you! As was evidenced a few minutes later Gough started hacking into the mike and decided that the song wasn't worth finishing anymore.
Let this be a lesson for all you aspiring musicians who want the exciting lifestyle of a rock star. It's not always like
Kiss or G'n'F'n'R (well, not without the piles of coke, anyhow).
There's no denying BDB's newly released Born in the UK isn't very close to the brilliance of 2000's Hour of Bewilderbeast, so you can't have quite the same expectations, but Gough still sang sweetly, on the whole played well, and spoke sincerely. (I rather felt for him when he commented on how bloody long the party'd been on the road).
Kudos to Vancouverites for being super gracious, when a meaner city could've started booing at all the starts and stops. "You can DO it!" yelled out audience members. It was sad and inspiring at the same time.
I don't mean to say the show was a write off. It kinda felt like cheering on the long distance runner as they stumble towards the finish line, because hell, long haul or not, they still sound pretty good, and they're still giving whatever they got. I rather dug it when they played a Badly Drawn Boyified version of Like a Virgin, which segued into his own Silent Sigh. Nicely done.
But next time, Gough, why not start in Van, instead of finishing here?
Oh. I split after the presumed "last song", assuming there'd be no encore. Yes, they were that tired. Or were they? If anyone can tell me if they played more, I'm interested to know. Thx.
Opener Adem played a lovely, quirky and quiet set. It was so sweet when in his soft spoken London accent he would remind people that they have to be quiet to actually hear his music (which was true; not exactly ideal for a boozin' crowd, but c'est la vie).
And Lissie from LA dished out some sweet ol' indie guitar pop, with a good ol' hoedown finisher.
I don't know why people skip out on the openers which the headliners have chosen. That's weird.









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oh, poor tired boys. well, at least they can rest now.
I used to be perpetually late to concerts, and almost always missed the opening band, but now I make a point of seeing them. Even if they're bad, it's still an opportunity to get to know some new music, and chances are the headliner chose them for a good reason.