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May 26, 2005

when conor oberst talks to god....

Is he moody? Does he rock?
Does he stand up on a keyboard?
Or sit there like a lark?

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Conor Oberst - May 25th, 2005 - Webster Hall

I just saw Conor Oberst at Webster Hall last night and now I have a fully articulated stance on Bright Eyes: They're whiny. Last September, I visited Lincoln, Nebraska and wandered into one of the local record stores by the university. I kept on seeing all these albums by Bright Eyes and was interested. My friend scoffed and said, "Bright Eyes? Yeah, all the English grad students love them. They suck." Despite his stellar review, I bought one of their albums and listened to it immeadiately. That was the last time I listened to it. It's probably stuck in one of my Huskers game books, but I didn't even bother to listen to it before I got this free ticket.

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Bright Eyes - May 25th, 2005 - Webster Hall

The music just didn't appeal to me. I was expecting the show to be more mellow and folksy after seeing that video of Oberst on Leno. And note to Central Village: I was also half-hoping that I could yell out, "We still won, you fuck!" but I didn't get a chance as he did not play it.

Instead, I was introduced to Oberst rocking out. I'm not impressed with Oberst rocking out. Oberst was jumping all over the place and climbing over objects. Who knew indie rockers had such atheltic abilities?

I could not understand any of the songs, nor would I have liked to. It seems that the crowd was very apathetic after the Faint's visit. The highlight of the set was probably the melodramatic cellist and the way that she would hug her cello after every song. She was the epitome of Bright Eyes. Skinny. Talented. Bitchy. I wish I got a good pic of her.

Posted by gopster at May 26, 2005 10:47 AM

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