I spy with
both of my bleary eyes…summer. I see lovers. I see buzzing bees. I see Zooey
Deschanel jumping up and down with a tambourine!? This makes me giddy to no end!
Wake up the overworked and underpaid, we like the same things and I like your
smile: Crushes and cold drinks abound!?
I reckon
it can’t be beat. And, I’m not talking with the perverted nature of The Man Show when they would have women
with big bouncy boobs jumping on trampolines, though, obviously, Zooey is very
beautiful. I’m speaking of a good, clean, giddy-fun rock show at one of the
most beautiful places on the planet.
Highs
· Did I mention the giddiness of
Zooey Deschanel jumping around stage with a tambourine?
· They played 25 & 28 songs
respectively. In my mind, that’s giving it all you have. They played all my
favorites!
· The band put a strict cease and
desist (not really, but lots of posts and security verbal reminders) on cameras
and phones during the show. A stand I’d like to see taken more often and more
hardcore in the future, if, somehow possible.
· Anytime M.Ward would sing, the
crowd would go berserk! His guitar playing was buzz-worthy. M.Ward has my full
attention as a potential sleeper guitar God.
· Vol 3 is a
masterpiece album. The (new) material not only holds up, but it advances the
sonic fortitude of the band. Reminds me of The Beach Boys Pet Sounds, but with female vocals. As I wrote on my Twitter, “Sunny
with waves of darkness blended with effervescent romantism.”
· Fantastic stage set up with a
myraid of diverse lighting sets.
· No gimmicks: How awesome would it
be to hear M.Ward sing, “Who’s that girl?” Or, I think Zooey should wear a
M.Ward shirt and M.Ward should wear a New
Girl shirt. Though, I understand that they are more “fashionable” than
that.
· Lots of well-done, re-worked,
unexpected covers.
· That fun-go-lucky music just
flourishes in the beautiful setting of Central Park. It’s lushness frolics
through the parks nooks and crannies and into your brain, fresh and park air
clean.
Lows
· Zooey’s stage banter was sheepish. A
bad sheepish. I was looking forward to this part of the show, and I just walked
away not gushing all over her as my dreams had me. Perhaps my expectations were
to high. She would ask mundane questions to the audience, as a time waster, but
it wasn’t sincere or funny. Did anyone else think this?
· Saturday’s show was TOO HOT. Not
the band’s fault, but stuff like that does affect the overall mood.
· Zooey didn’t pick me out of the
audience and marry me on stage. )-:
She &
Him just played two nights of glorious smile-glazed harmonies at Central Park’s
Summerstage. Now, it wasn’t all greetings of giggles and blowing bubbles in the
gentle warm sun. Saturday (the 6th) was a dense, compacted battle
against the sun and its army of humidity, whereas Monday’s show (the 8th)
was forced to grin and bear through a 15, or so, minute rain delay. The rain
was hard and cold, but not as much of a nuisance as one might think, coming and
going quickly and unabashed. The degree to which the audience was soaked, only
seemed to amp up anticipation for the upcoming ZooeyFest.
Make no
mistake about the duo’s name: It’s Zooey’s show. Though, at times, I would
watch M.Ward with such a mesmerizing trance, it would seem like the band I was
seeing was Him & She. This was quite unexpected, as I have followed the
band from the beginning (though never live…), but my love of Zooey blossomed
exponentially with New Girl, though
again I would argue the best parts of that show are the Hims: Nick Miller and Schmidt. With that said, Zooey is the epicenter
of fun, cute, quirky and all-world talent (actress, songwriter, performer, what
can’t she do? What a life!?) allowing these amazing entities to orbit around
her, with her own brand of grace.
It’s been
well documented that M.Ward is more than fine taking the back seat to Zooey’s
show (he does so with such a professional luster I might add…), as the whole
thing started with a series of demos Zooey sent him, which eventually became Vol. 1. M.Ward a troubadour, a
journeyman, a sleeper guitar God in his own right, makes out pretty well in the
deal. He gets to work with someone that really has a gift for crafting
top-notch melodies and lyrics and Ward can turn them into harmonic perfection.
I wish I made this up, but the best thing I’ve ever read about Ward is so true
it’s comically ridiculous: M.Ward can make a song from today sound like it was
recorded in the 50’s and a song from the 50’s sound like it was written
yesterday. The guy has a gift for tunings and knob turnings that can make
anything retro, but at the same time, find that Rick Rubin digging into the
personality of the musician, and make it come to life raw and urgent. That’s what
he does with Zooey. With She and Him,
he’s brought the Zooeyness to the forefront of the music, along with lending an
illustrious creditability to the end product that channels his idols: The Beach
Boys and the Beatles, with the chemical artistry of a batch of Walter White
crystal meth. 99% vs. 96%. Chuuch.
Speaking
of The Beach Boys, She & Him’s new album appropriately titled Vol 3 I’m lovingly titling Pet Sounds with a Pussy. You may not
like that word. You may think it’s unfair to compare any album to Pet Sounds. But, if you listen to “I’ve
Got Your Number, Son” and “Never Wanted Your Love,” I really don’t see what
other conclusion you can come to. M.Ward, mad scientist, uber-genius, really
cooked one up here. Accept the reference and the alliteration!? It’s a lovely
and updated sound, and with cute female vocals. What’s this world coming to,
right? It’s so effervescent and fresh smelling park grass. Even the album cover
has two beautiful faces with florescent bubbles flying around it. The art is
right on. So, put your headphones on, wait for a gust of wind, and get the kite
blazing! That, or find yourself a windy road and a convertible and let your
hair fly on a lush coastal beach. These are the two places this album takes me.
Either way, the Wilson brothers would be proud!
The first
thing I wonder about a She & Him show, is how are they going to replicate
all the layering of her vocals. Many times their songs break into multiple,
sometimes as many as five, vocal layers. I call it a “brain full of cycling
Zooey’s.” Ah, it’s a wonderful thing!? The more Zooey’s the better, am-I-right?
For the tour, they have anywhere from just She & Him (two people if you’re
counting) all the way to about a dozen people, on an occasional string boosted
song. Just awesome. The “brain full of cycling Zooey’s is simply two backup
singers (little Zooey’s?), who might I add are snapping and swaying in unison
the entire show. It’s amazing to me how those little details make something so
special. Just ask anyone that was in a Marching Band. The difference is in the
details. Anyway, if you’re keeping score, the means the TOURING version of the
band is: She & Him & Him & Him & Him & Him & Him &
Her & Her (little Zooey’s).
I was
definitely impressed at Zooey’s vocal prowess. On the new album, Vol 3, her voice has a deep richness to
it I haven’t heard before. It looks like when she sings the songs with this
robust flavor live, she needs her full elongated straight up posture to hammer
it out, but it sounds amazing. Like a singing Zooey oak tree. I would say about
96% of the show, she sounds elite and about four percent of the time she sounds
like someone who’s really good at karaoke missing a note or two. As in, a
couple of the songs like “Stars Fell on Alabama” (Frank Sinatra) and even
though I love it, a couple of times I thought it sounded flat, “Hold Me, Kiss
Me, Thrill Me” (Mel Carter). On the closing anthem of the show, M.Ward gently
strummed a rockin’ “I Put a Spell on You” (Screamin’ Jay Hawkins/CCR) to which
Zooey left the mic stand, getting as close to the audience as possible and
seemingly tried to blow everyone away with her voice. Literally. Physically.
Using the wind of her voice like a powerful tornado. Show’s over, folks, you’ve
been blown OUT of the park!!!? It was powerful, comical and quite impressive
all at the same time. It reminded me of Tenacious D’s “Master Exploder.” It was
THAT over the top and awe thumping. Everyone not bowled over, was at the very
least knocked back to their heels and impressed.
This was
the last straw for me to make THIS comparison. She & Him, and Zooey, remind
me a great deal of Jack Black and Tenacious D. Albeit more snapping your
fingers, clean and poppy, lots of dick jokes to literally ZERO dick jokes… There
are some crisp similarities. 1) We’re talking about an actress making music,
but I and most I know, prefer the music 2) An A-list comrade to smooth out the
edges, give illuminating credibility, and generally take things to the next
level. For The D, it’s Dave Grohl, who plays most electric guitars, drums, THE
DEVIL, lends his Studio 606, etc, etc. For She & Him, it’s M.Ward. 3)
“Master Exploder” 4) They’ve both recorded three albums (we’ll say The D’s HBO show
and S & H’s Christmas Album cancel each other out) 5) The D’s obsession
with ROCKING correlates directly with She & Him’s songcraft to come up with
a retro-style hook.
Saturday's show was a heat stroke waiting to happen, with the pressure cooker of being a Saturday night in NYC. Saturday nights during the summer of NYC, just have a feel. Like something amazing is supposed to happen. It usually does, but there is still that kind of date-y like pressure. Monday's show, wasn't as hot, sold out, compact or pressurized. It was loose. Zooey's family was in attendance. It just seemed like everyone had a little bit of a better time. It made me very glad I decided to go to BOTH shows. If I only saw the Saturday show, my Midwest mindset perhaps would have left me feeling the band was conceited. Not in a terrible way, but Saturday's event wasn't the most gracious display. It's NYC. It was hot. They did their job, but there wasn't that feeling that this was THE MOST FUN THING EVER for them to do. I always love that feeling. Monday's show was at least a little closer to that.
I did dig Zooey's Tweet. Perhaps it was PR, but it still made me feel good, and because of PR, and the diminishing returns of expectations, this is a real, real nice gesture...
Saturday's show was a heat stroke waiting to happen, with the pressure cooker of being a Saturday night in NYC. Saturday nights during the summer of NYC, just have a feel. Like something amazing is supposed to happen. It usually does, but there is still that kind of date-y like pressure. Monday's show, wasn't as hot, sold out, compact or pressurized. It was loose. Zooey's family was in attendance. It just seemed like everyone had a little bit of a better time. It made me very glad I decided to go to BOTH shows. If I only saw the Saturday show, my Midwest mindset perhaps would have left me feeling the band was conceited. Not in a terrible way, but Saturday's event wasn't the most gracious display. It's NYC. It was hot. They did their job, but there wasn't that feeling that this was THE MOST FUN THING EVER for them to do. I always love that feeling. Monday's show was at least a little closer to that.
I did dig Zooey's Tweet. Perhaps it was PR, but it still made me feel good, and because of PR, and the diminishing returns of expectations, this is a real, real nice gesture...
Amazingly fun two shows in Central Park at the summer stage!! Thank you to all of the lovely people who came to see us in the sun and rain!
— zooey deschanel (@ZooeyDeschanel) July 9, 2013
“Never
Wanted Your Love,” reminds me directly of the buzzing bees feeling of Pet Sounds “I’m Waiting for the Day.”
Zooey’s lyrics are so cutting and urgent, “take a win, take a fall/I never
wanted your love/but I needed it all/I’m tired of being clever/everyone’s
clever these days.” That’s just flat out brilliant, and with that rolling drum
beat and a rich “I could sing this song in the shower for hours voice,” it’s
hard not to fall. Ok, make that a COLD SHOWER. All head over heels and drooling
aside, Zooey is a lyrical and melodic force, with an absurd amount of
sing-able, maudlin, love struck, love pained, well rounded, outright top-shelf
tunes for your listening, discernable ears. I want to buy a tambourine and
dance around my room with this shit on full blast. Her songs are as good, if
not better than any of my favorite female artists: Norah, Feist, Carina Round,
etc, etc. She has to be there, and with Vol
3 and a salient tour—the force is set free.
So cut the
chit-chat haters, summer bubbles and bee stings are here. I’ve been stung and I
cherish the wound. So, let yourself fall in love and have this retro-ly
delicious soundtrack to do so. Buzz. Buzz. Swoon.
Setlist
I Was Made
for You
I’ve Got
Your Number, Son
Baby
Over it
and Over it Again
Take it
Back
Hold Me,
Thrill Me, Kiss Me (Mel Carter cover)
Thieves
Turn to
White
I Thought
I Saw Your Face Today
Brand New
Shoes (Sat only)
You Really
Got a Hold on Me (The Miracles cover)
Stars Fell
on Alabama (Frank Sinatra cover)
Unchained
Melody (Alex North cover)
Me and You
Ridin’ in
My Car (NRBQ cover)
Don’t Look
Back
Rave On!
(Sonny West cover)
Magic
Trick (M.Ward song)
This is
Not a Test
Never
Wanted Your Love
Together
I Could
Have Been Your Girl (Sat only)
Why Do You
Let Me Stay Here?
In the Sun
Sunday
Girl (Blondie cover)
Roll Over
Beethoven (Chuck Berry cover) (Sat only)
Sweet
Darlin’
I Put a
Spell on You (Screamin’ Jay Hawkins cover)
Author's Note: I DID adhere to the no pictures or phone 99% of the time. The pictures you see, were taken during the double encore of the Saturday show, when a bunch of people left. No, I'm not proud, but it DOES add to this blog post. So, I did it for YOU readers. I did it for YOU. (-:
Author's Note: I DID adhere to the no pictures or phone 99% of the time. The pictures you see, were taken during the double encore of the Saturday show, when a bunch of people left. No, I'm not proud, but it DOES add to this blog post. So, I did it for YOU readers. I did it for YOU. (-:
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