Because of the tiered ticketing and floor seating, Jenny Lewis opened to a sea of empty chairs while early arrivals were cordoned off far from the stage.She seemed to struggle to connect during her opening set.She tried to break away from his hands, but he then tossed her to the floor and forced her to sex.Lauren played with her old toys, when a man wrapped in a white sheet entered the room and started approaching her.This was the first time he and Lewis played together on the tour.They closed the song and left the stage in a collective, squirming huddle, stretching out the silliness to the last possible moment.“I first played this song 20 years ago this year,” Beck told the crowd at last night’s concert at Marymoor Park while his five-piece band churned the groove of his biggest hit behind him. I didn’t have a band back then, just a boombox.” The chorus kicked in and the entire crowd sang foolish Spanglish under pastel twilight: Twenty years ago you say, Beck? For a lot of people in the crowd, comprising largely 30- and 40-somethings wearing expensive jeans and drinking cheap beers, “Loser” was a foundational moment in 1994: an anthem for weird kids uncertain of any sort of future beyond underachievement.(First time I heard the song was blasting from radio behind the reception desk of Rieber Hall my first day at UCLA; a few months later I’d see His Beckness perform it with a boombox at a coffee shop in downtown LA, which I recognized even then as one of the coolest moments of my life.) What this means is our manchild has 20 years of material to chop up and dish out, so much living and learning and growing.
“I’m looking at all these white faces tonight, feeling like I’m gonna give a commencement speech,” Beck said.
) and gave Beck the dance party he’d teased us for all night.
Beck thanked the band for learning the song last minute.
The band launched into a pair of songs from , “Sexxx Laws” into “Debra,” Beck ad-libbing come-ons to some unseen paramour with promises of a world of potpourri and apricot-cucumber exfoliating cream.
Here my friend posited that beloved Sub Pop gag band Flight of the Conchords owes its entire existence to this song, and I think she’s right.
He played the new songs a little faster than ‘s funereal pace and with much greater volume (though he complained about having to keep things turned down by request of Marymoor officials).