The Governess seems disappointed in herself for bailing out on the line for the super-secret Beck show. I wouldn’t be so hard on yourself, G.
Call me crazy, wrongheaded, dangerously deranged but… isn’t Beck sort of just-okay? Sure, he’s put out a lot of pretty good pop songs. But I can’t say that any of them have moved me or gotten stuck in my head (at least, not in a good way). My favorite thing that he’s done remains, by far, the Futurama episode that he appeared in. I wouldn’t mind seeing one of his shows, but I don’t think I’d go through very much discomfort for one. Besides, the Black Cat back stage sucks. And he’s a Scientologist. Fuck ‘im.
But I could be wrong. I’m no Beckologist — all I know is that Sea Change bored the hell out of me. Maybe I’m completely missing the point. Still, I’ve already got an experimental indie pop weirdo/messiah, thanks. But I guess I’ll keep Beck’s resume on file in case a position opens up.
Dead-on, tom. Beck is unobjectionable but still overrated. I don’t get the hype either.
Well, I appreciate the vote of confidence, but I just saw him play on Letterman with Borat meandering through the background. So there’s another vote in favor of him being a pretty cool dude.
I still feel pretty nonplussed about the music, though.
yeah, but what if he’d brought along the robots?
anyway, this post just goes to show that you are actually 87 years old.
Wayne Coyne has robots, too! Better robots!
Anyway, the fact that I’m actually 87 should surprise no one (clean living, people). But I like to think I’d be willing to try to camp out for the right secret show. Not Beck though.
Also, I just read that it was a midnight show. He’s probably still playing right now! You’d've had to wait in line for at least five hours! It’s ludicrous.
(Okay, maybe I *am* old and lame.)
I’m disappointed to learn that Beck is a scientologist, and I agree that he’s been mainly boring for several albums. But I saw him once, long ago, shortly after Odelay, and the show was amazing. He played a crazy electro version of Loser and did the Robot, and then said, I call that robo-loser. Also, Futurama.
But a scientologist? Wtf? Can I say Wtf on your blog, Tom?
i was just hoping i could sneak backstage and find out that he carries a rhyming Becktionary with him.
but trust me, most of the “me being hard on myself” is tongue-in-cheek. if i REALLY cared about Beck, I guess I would have stayed.
yeah, the whole waiting in line PLUS no re-entry so you waited a total of like six hours was totally ludicrous. i was slightly disappointed because i think it would have been a great show, but ultimately not worth it.
He could be a storage closet for outdated pants.
I like ‘em tight!
uh, i guess i’ll disagree. it’s fair to say that his latest albums have lacked the energy of odelay, which, with time, obviously becomes his classic album. i haven’t heard this latest one, but i thought guero had a lot of good songs. but a lot of his albums seem like drastically different experiments to me: midnight vultures vs. sea change, for instance. so if you don’t like one, i see no reason to write off all his work as lackluster.
also, i’ve seen him twice now, and he was great both times, although the shows were radically different. his sexx laws tour was one of the best shows i’ve ever seen in my life.
Ever seen him in concert? He puts on a fucking great show. He knows how to perform live.
Nah, just saw him live on TV. And I do have to admit that I liked a lot of what I heard off of Sexx Laws.
Yeah, dude… download yourself a copy of Midnight Vultures and I think a lot of this will come into focus.
So insidious is Beck’s Scientologist plot, he even predicted Tommy’s objection and covered the Flaming Lips last night. Is nothing sacred??
K. retrospectively assures that I did the right thing by not supporting Scientology by attending. But honestly? I just couldn’t sit around the Red Room for the 3 hours (in addition to the 2 hours I’d already spent outside)—even though I used to do so, nightly, on a voluntary basis, while imbibing intoxicants!
Know what that means? . . . What was I saying? I want some taquitos!