Stuart Davis at Trilogy, June 24th. There is no particular moment that makes a good show good. A good show involves many observations and experiences. To wit: I’m seated on the floor in front of a row of people who are seated in chairs. Someone seemed to be lightly tapping me on the top-center of my back a few times. It’s not unexpected in a crowded club to lightly bump into people a lot, but just to be careful that I am not in someone’s space I look back and find it is Stuart’s daughter’s feet, accidentally tapping me at the top of my spine because her legs are extended down past her mom’s knees as she sits on her mom’s lap. I got a laugh from that ’cause I didn’t even realize that they were sitting behind me (for a brief time), and the humor was that this was a literal “brush with fame”, albeit one step genetically removed from the actual artist.
I could say more about the show itself but I’ll stick with a few other select observations. Did I already convey that it was really sweet to see his daughter calling him “Daddy”? No? Well that’s because I was worried it would sound creepy. But the fact is, honestly, a parent-child relationship where a child looks to the rock star as “Daddy” — and gets his full-on attention in return — tumbles all pretentions. Not that Stuart has the pretentiousness of a rock star. But if he did, that illusion would have been erased upon seeing a real relationship there between parent and child.
Oh my I’ve forgotten to mention the new music! “Making Parker Posey”, from his new album, sounds great! I am going to play the album for the first time tomorrow, since I’d held back, wanting to hear the songs live first. At first I thought they were starting to play an R.E.M. cover until the chords shifted away from what I thought I was hearing and blasted into the whole new creation that is Parker Posey. All the new songs sounded great. Of the older songs, I wish he’d have played “Flower of a Zero”, though when someone in front of me called out for that one he said he’d already played it, so it didn’t get played. The performance of “Dresden” was the tops. There was a slinky young woman dancing up front, and I mention her not for her lucky genetics but because her shoes made totally appropriate clomp sounds during this beat-driven song. The German in me tried to feel the sadness of that song’s character’s twisted soul. He ended with “Universe Communion,” which I had a feeling he might end with.
Anyway I had to pee so I didn’t stick around after the end. I don’t think there were any post-show encores, as it was about 11:30, after a 9:30-ish start (a bit late due the roof of the venue having rained through during a particularly fierce afternoon hail and rain storm). The roof continued to blow a bit of spittle down in my general direction during the show, but politely did not cave in.
I hope that at Dharmapalooza, there will be many more opportunities to sit and watch Stuart play.
← Update: I listened to the new album, ¿What. Damn, “Parker Posey” is indeed a hit without a station to be a hit on. The title isn’t “Making Parker Posey”, it’s just “Parker Posey”. I’m sure I don’t know what I was thinking of…
Also, best use of the term “fluxing” in an album. Metallurgists rejoice.