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This Month in Vore History AND The Third Voreblog Readers Forum

October has been a very good month to us, musically-speaking. A quick glance back over the past five Octobers reveals that we have seen a lot of great shows in a lot of different venues. Before we count down the Top Five October Concert Experiences in Vore History, we must (alas) revisit once again the worst concert experience in Vore History, which also took place in October: Bunny Brains opening for Devendra Banhart at Exit/In (October 14, 2005). The only good thing to come out of that was a permanent place in the Vore lexicon.

5. The New Pornographers at Mercy Lounge. October 18, 2005. Nashville. Ben saw this one sans Erin but with two work colleagues who rarely made social appearances. Such is the siren appeal of Neko Case, who was the best thing going for the Pornographers that (and every) night. Twin Cinema had just released and she belted out “The Bones of an Idol,” “These are the Fables” and — easily the show’s highlight — “The Bleeding Heart Show,” which lamentably has become the theme song to University of Phoenix commercials. A.C. Newman looked even pastier in person than Ben thought possible. 

4. Beulah at 12th & Porter. October 11, 2003. Nashville.  There are few songs that will instantly put Ben in a better mood than Beulah’s “Hey Brother,” which he and Seth Swihart listened to on repeat for the entire length of the Pennsylvania Turnpike many moons ago. There were rumors of Beulah’s demise shortly after Yoko released in 2003, but we were not aware that night at 12th & Porter how soon the end would come, or the cult status Beulah would attain after its break-up. If we can land a man on the moon, why can’t we get Beulah back together?

3. The Eels at Mercy Lounge. October 25, 2003. Nashville.  Some artists — Ben Folds and Wayne Coyne come to mind — are natural performers who seem to be trapped inside musician’s bodies. Mark Oliver Everett, a k a “E,” is another such hostage. After listening to Electro-Shock Blues, a concept album about death which E wrote after his sister committed suicide and his mother was diagnosed with cancer, one suspects that he is probably the saddest sack you’ll ever meet. So we were surprised when E turned up at the Mercy Lounge and turned out to be a comedic powerhouse. From the tweed-and-pipe MC Honky to the bearded wonder Koool G Murder, E’s bizarre entourage fit the mood perfectly. (You probably know The Eels from the Shrek movies: “My Beloved Monster,” “Royal Pain,” etc.)

2. Wilco at Tall Stacks. October 7, 2006. Cincinnati.  Highs: Dan Vore was in town to enjoy the festivities down by the river. Jeff Tweedy was in fine form. Nels Cline shredded for a good part of the evening. We heard “Impossible Germany” and “Hate it Here” for the first time. Lows: Two pot-smoking idiots in front of us kept talking to one another or on their cell phones as the show started. Highs: Erin made it clear she would crack their skulls if they didn’t remove themselves immediately from the vicinity. Highs: They did. 

1. LCD Soundsystem/Arcade Fire. October 3, 2007. Louisville.  This was another great show down by the river, although the stage was basically underneath an overpass. Arcade Fire’s fan base tends toward the messianic. A typical sentiment, posted by one fan online, is this: “If you are a human being, you owe it to your eternal soul to love the Arcade Fire and see them play live.” We won’t speak for your eternal soul, but ours was blown away. Never have so many people made banging on things look so essential. And the closer “Rebellion (Lies)” was killer. LCD Soundsystem was no slouch either. Are they the greatest band to run to … EVER? We vote: Yes! (Runner-up: Not Yo-Yo Ma.)


This leads us to the Third Voreblog Readers Forum: What is the your worst concert experience? We should clarify here that Devendra Banhart was great, Bunny Brains was not. A very close second for our Worst Concert Experience would be Bonepony, whom we saw with Eric Bescak. He has never forgiven us. (We’re not joking. Eric, we know you still harbor white hot rage toward us. We are so, so sorry.)

As always, feel free to ramble off-topic, ridicule our music tastes, post links to music videos from The Never-Ending Story, etc. Comment now!


25 thoughts on “This Month in Vore History AND The Third Voreblog Readers Forum

  1. I would rather list my favorite October concert experience: R.E.M. at Riverfront Coliseum, October 21, 1995. If I remember correctly, I went with Eric B., Mike Leman, Matt Schluter, and my dad (we had an extra ticket so my dad came in instead of dropping us off and picking us up). The were playing mostly stuff from Out of Time, Automatic, and Monster then, but played Fall on Me in the encore. Pretty awesome, although R.E.M. could fart into a microphone for 2 hours and I would think it was the greatest thing ever.

    Grant Lee Buffalo opened for them. I remember not being particularly impressed with Grant Lee Buffalo at the time, but had I known Grant-Lee Phillips would go on to be the town troubadour on Gilmore Girls I would have been more interested because Lorelai seems like quite a sex kitten.

    You have to be very talented to go from October concerts to the imagined bedroom behavior of the Gilmore Girls in one post.

  2. Best would probably be U2, 2005, in Cleveland. We were down on the floor where we could practically see up Bono’s nostrils. Say what you want about U2, they can put on a hell of a show.

    Worst is Smashing Pumpkins, years ago, also in Cleveland. They so clearly didn’t want to be there.

  3. oh Voreblog, you just had to go there, didn’t you? Pretty tough talk from someone who lived in Pittsburgh.

    I did shout “hello Cleveland” while we were led through the maze under the church where my friend got married. Anne Evans was the only person who got it.

  4. (We really did not intend this to be a Bash Cleveland Readers Forum. I was never a bigger Browns fan than when they played the Steelers.)

  5. My favorite concert actually took place in Cleveland as well, Elvis Costello, the Mighty Like a Rose tour in 1991.

    The worst was probably Elvis as well, Chicago in ’96. It had little to do with the actual show being bad; our seats were amazingly awful, and a poor choice of hotels in a city we had never been to before saddled us with a $70 cab fare. I also saw Yes at Riverfront Coliseum, probably circa – wait for it – ’86 or ’87, which I remember as being a smoke-filled overly synthesized screaming nightmare. Don’t ask why I was a Yes concert, and I won’t tell.

  6. Best Concert: Easily Radiohead at Bonnaroo Ought Seven. We were in the front row with 100,000 people behind us. It was surreal. Factor in the current best live band and you’re as close to Yahweh as you can get. And I’m not talking about Hoobler.


    Sigur Ros at the Taft Theater 2006. The only show to make me weep.

    Weezer at Bogart’s, 1996. During the Pinkerton tour. A mid-90’s emo boy’s wet dream.

    Worst: Jesse Malin at Southgate House 2005. I joined a friend to this thinking it would be okay. because it was at Southgate. What I stumbled upon was a room of 20 people, most of which were over 40 and dressed like 16 year olds. Also, Jesse Malin is garbage. He spent more time introducing his songs that playing music. This isn’t Vh1 Storytellers, asshole. Get on with your faux-Ryan Adams nonsense. Also, at one point, he asked the old broads to get naked, and then he had us sit on the floor while he talked about punk music in the ’80’s. I about slit my throat.

    Strangely enough, the only concert I’ve seen in Cleveland was on 9/10/01. It was Jimmy Eat World at some club. We drove home in the middle of the night, got back to Lexington at like 9 in the morning, saw a bunch of smoke coming out of the World Trade Towers on tv, said “What the eff did Cleveland do to our brains?” and went to sleep. Cleveland is bad news all around.

  7. Another exciting October concert was Ben Folds Five at Taft Theatre on October 15, 1999. I wasn’t a big BFF fan before then, but this show kicked ass and converted me. Ben was going nuts during a song jumping on the keys and broke a piano string. Pretty cool. We also saw Ben and Sledge outside before the show. My friend got his picture taken with Ben, who didn’t seem to enjoy having his picture taken.

    There was also a drunk couple a few rows in front of me vigorously making out. You kind of expect stuff like that at Riverbend, but it seemed out of place at Taft.

  8. Ben Folds gives a great live show. Bonus points for his audience participation skills. The photo on his live album cover pretty much captures it all. (It’s a little dark to see that everyone in the crowd is jubilantly flicking him off though.)

  9. I was at that BFF show at the Taft. It seems all my favorite shows happen in Cincinnati, even though I didn’t live here when they took place. No wonder this is where I ended up.

  10. Dear Mr. Leathers,
    I take issue with you hating on Jesse Malin. I saw him in New Orleans at a venue called the Parish and must say that he was ever the professional despite the boorish behavior of some young, overzealous fans. But at least they appreciated real musical talent. Please don’t insult Mr. Malin again.

    Steve “Sparky” Hassenplug

  11. Jesse Malin wouldn’t know talent if Thom Yorke put his “talent” in Jesse’s mouth.

    Wow, that’s as blue as I’ve ever gotten. Don’t tell Mrs. Leathers.

  12. I cannot believe I forgot this bad concert experience. It was Wilco, 10/7/06 at Tall Stacks. My friend and I had been looking forward to this one for weeks. (In fact – not gonna lie – we got a little high) We were enjoying the show, talking on our cellphones, rehearsing some monologues, talking about sports and camel breeding and stuff, when this really annoying couple came in behind us. He took off his shirt almost immediately. They both kept talking about their ‘special ‘ cat, ‘Tooter Thomas’ I think was his name; how he was too fat and they should stop feeding him so much ranch dressing and pizza, and that they were teaching him to type, blah, blah. We were both ready to vomit, when she went psycho on us, and told us to move away. I was pretty glad actually. We got better seats, and actually ran into Jeremy Piven who was in town to film some local spots for Cincinnati Bell. That dude was awesome and had some killer weed.

  13. True story: I went to a Fiona Apple concert with Jeremy Piven. She played “Sleep to Dream” during the encore and we got as high as a kite. Good times.

  14. And we refuse to believe those Wilco-hating hooligans were Mark Hoobler and friend. Mark, it’s noble of you to want to take the fall for them. But we won’t allow the Hoobler name to be tarnished like that. (And really, the guys looked awfully similar to Matthew Leathers and Jesse Malin.)

  15. Man, that Fiona Apple concert was crazy. I was so wasted and needed to call a cab, but couldn’t get service on my cell phone. I hate Cincinnati Bell.

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