Is there anything a confetti canyon can't make more enjoyable? Note to my future grandchildren: I want one at my funeral, even though by then they'll shoot plasma or gamma rays or something.
The Polyphonic Spree played at San Francisco's legendary Great American Music Hall last Tuesday. It was loud as hell. That's the best part about the Polyphonic Spree -- they're the only band in America besides Nirvana who lives up to their name.
Since their last trip through SF, the Spree have changed their look. Gone are the Godspell getups. In are uniforms stolen from a future America ruled by gay fascists. Awesome.
The new songs are a material departure from the old. Well, about as material a departure as they could accomplish while maintaining a roster the size of the Boston Red Sox.
After saying the fake "goodnight" that ended the first set, the Spree re-emerged in their apocalyptic cult robes to perform their older tunes. Yay, we're going up Heaven's Chimney! Now everyone step up and get some poison s'mores. Get 'em while they're good and poisony!
Especially awesome: the Spree's second-set cover of Nirvana's "Lithium." It's the one that goes "I'm so happy, cuz today I found my friends..." You know the tune. All the 30-somethings at the Hall knew it.
And then there was this guy.
There's some behavior at shows that I cannot abide: Wearing a backpack. Dressing like a street poser. Jabbering loudly like you were at a Marina bar. Recording the entirety of the performance on your fucking iPhone.
But there's something impressive about this guy who stood near the back and grabbed his inspiration by the balls.
Big thanks to Paul for making me go.