Last night’s Feelies reunion was tremendous. It was a gorgeous night in Hoboken, and after stopping at the Elysian Cafe for dinner (where they shot the murder scene in Sleepers!), Lisa and I were the first people to arrive in Maxwell’s tiny back room. Excited much? We chose our spot on the risers, so we could see better. We were also right in front of the speaker, and I think I’ve lost about 50% of my hearing. Oh well. It was a good run.
The crowd was mellow, really into the music and about 98% male. Put it this way — when Lisa and I had to pee, there was no line at the women’s room. I KNOW. The show was completely perfect. When the band came on stage, I thought, “My god, they got old.” And then they started playing and…they weren’t. They were just the same as I remember. During a break, Brenda asked the crowd, “So, what have you been doing for the past 17 years?” and someone responded, “Waiting.” As I looked around the room during the first set, most of the people were standing there bopping their heads to the driving music with their eyes closed, completely transported. It was really cool to see (when my own eyes weren’t closed, that is).
Standing directly in front of us was the guy who wrote that NYTimes article I linked to yesterday. To our right, a Village Voice writer. A few feet away? Ira from Yo La Tengo. And way in the back, exuding heat waves of sexy, Dean Wareham. We spent the night in VERY good company, I’d say.