Some Random Thoughts Upon Viewing
Fucked Up Playing
David Comes to Life in
Its Entirety.
It's understandable that the lead vocalist
Damian Abraham would remove his shirt during the first song--the room appears to be packed with slithery writhing bodies--but then why is drummer
Jonah Falco wearing long sleeves? Does a drummer not work up a sweat? Does a drummer not bleed if you prick his skin?
What does the string quartet do in between their moments in this concert? When they're not playing, they are nowhere to be seen. Do they just sit there wearing earplugs and humming
Handel to themselves? If I was a classically-trained cellist, I'm not sure I'd want to sit through an entire
Fucked Up set, even at Union wages. I'd hear that cacophony of squall and think, "I went through
Juilliard for this??
When lead vocalist
Damian Abraham encourages the audience to finish his lyrics at the end of each line, or worse, gives each of them a high-five during guitar solos, it's the equivalent of
Sting initiating a sing-along at a reunion show of
The Police. I want it to stop.
Lead guitarist
Josh Zucker looks a little bit like my friend
Jeff Glave who, last time I saw him, was growing his hair out in a shaggy/ridiculous hippy-dippy fashion. I want it to stop.
Why does lead vocalist
Damian Abraham put his shirt back on for the encore? I would think, after such a rousing performance, he would be more likely to stay stripped down, perhaps even getting
more stripped down, as he did in the latest issue of
Spin. Is this a cry for attention?
