|Scamper reunites, Harris breaks up, the end.
||[26 Apr 2009|01:58am]
Last weekend : Scamper reunion. Harris’ last show. All that jazz. Because I know you're all REALLY interested and stuff.
You'd think, considering that they’re one of my favourite bands and considering how crazily emotional I got over their split, I would have been more...I don't know. Hyper excited? Or something? Over the prospect of them reuniting for an evening. Which, I mean, I was excited. But not...overly so. I don't know. It's hard to describe. I guess the build up to their first last show was so intense that anything less than that just doesn’t register. There was also the fact that, before 2 Feb '08, I hadn’t seen any of the guys for about a year and a half. Talked to them, sure, plenty of times, but not seen them. This time around, so not the case, especially since I'd seen two of them a mere month before.
Anyway. Bus ride to Boston. Nothing exciting to report on, except that we got stuck in traffic outside of Yankees stadium – the sole time I’ve ever disliked the Yankees, and then they went and lost by, what, 20 points that night, so maybe I should keep my negative thoughts to myself. Joined the guys while they were at dinner two blocks from the venue, sat there being quiet and awkward, mostly. This is what happens when you’re friends with the band – you crash dinners, you find out about shows in advance, you sit around for an hour after shows waiting for them and then wind up lugging shit into practice spaces.
Hung out with Jen, Mike's girlfriend (whom I'd met for the first time at the Nightmare of You show in Framingham last year (MAN what a fucking crazy night that was...)), for most of the show. Was introduced to various people and also stood near / had conversations with various people who I recognised from online life but to whom I wasn't actually introduced. Stood with Jen, Alena, Christobal, and the Cheesecake Factory crew during Scamper's set.
It didn't even hit me until about "Coughing Up Roses," well into the set that, "Oh, right. Scamper. Yeah!" An utterly bizarre feeling, comparing the last time I'd seen them a year before, ready to cry during "Barcelona" to like...bouncing around and cursing the lighting for being so goddamn sucktastic. (Which it was.) Perhaps if they’d been headlining, had allowed themselves more time and more songs, the feeling would have been different, but probably only slightly so. Aptly quoting 10 Things I Hate About You: "I know you can be overwhelmed, and you can be underwhelmed, but can you ever just be...whelmed?"
I was, however, fucking blown away by Keith's performance. Seriously. Keith is the one member of the band who I do not know particularly well, owing to the fact that he has very little web presence and we can chalk up me knowing the rest of the band so well (or well enough) to MySpace, Facebook, and AIM, in that order. A very nice guy, indeed, from the few times we've spoken, but someone I don’t know particularly well. And then...there was just this power, grit, and emotion to his singing (and playing, by extension) last Saturday that I had never seen before. I mean, okay, I’ve seen them what, four times? So I’m not the best judge. But he went from "guy I don't really know fronting one of my favourite bands and doing a rather good job of it" to "veritable rockstar" in a blink of an eye. He was the one to watch and further cemented the fact that this is not, and never was, a fluff pop band. The fact that he is no longer fronting a band is fucking criminal. Truly so.
While wandering back through the crowd to rejoin the Cheesecake crew (Jen had wiggled her way up front with her college buddies, so far be it from me to hog up space when there are deserving fans around), some guy who – I'm not kidding – I had high school French with waylaid me and asked, “...Did you go to North??” WEIRD. I forgot his name, too, haha.
I honestly can't comment too much on Harris' set because I wasn't terribly familiar with them, though that was the third time I'd seen them and now I'm thinking maybe I should have familiarised myself with their catalogue because that is a band that deserved to be far more popular than they were. Sure, they played an eleventy million hour set, which is slightly mind-numbing if you don't actually know the band's material, but they were an incredibly good band and the indie world is a far less rich place now that they're gone. Oh, also, they kept playing new songs they'd recorded just before splitting up which was hilarious 'cause it's like, "We’re breaking up! Here’s a new song!"
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