Not a social commentary!
Friday night met with local heroes, Black Kids, and their openers The Virgins. The Sun Bears also played, but I wasn't as excited by their set. Clearly, they have some creative juices, but it wasn't my thing.
The Virgins, whose full frontal t-shirt was something I could never wear anywhere, were all 1978, feeling like Blondie sans Debbie Harry, Joe Jackson, Elvis Costello, and Jim Carroll. They had great energy, super self-aware hipness, and a front-man who looked cool only because he would have looked geeky anywhere other than on stage. Suddenly, perched above hundreds of young adults, sweating profusely, he wasn't geeky, so much as a fledgling rock idol, twitching perfectly through his vocals. The band was tight, the set was fun. I would absolutely have paid to see this band as the headliner. I love it when that happens.
As the stage was being set up for Black Kids, the sound guy (?, roadie? I dunno) explained in no uncertain terms that the show would end if someone set their drink cup on his stage, and that everyone would know that you were responsible for ending the show. He was very entertaining, if a bit repetitive. As the Kids took the stage, the energy level of Freebird (the club) shot up. They flew into their first song, Look At Me (When I Rock Wichoo), the vocals a bit drowned out, but it didn't matter. The band threw themselves into their songs, creating perma-grins on the faces of the people in the audience. The set was shortish, the band is on their first album, with a cover of the Magnetic Fields' Strange Powers (original here) in the middle, and I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance With You finishing it up. They returned to the stage for two more songs, ending the night with Hurricane Jane. The band's banter was charming, with Reggie Youngblood doing most of the talking, calling out to Duval County, and saying how good it was to be back home.
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