review by Jamie H
If you’re anything like me, you probably have bands that you’re in love with from their infancy and bands you’re turned onto really late. Last night at the KEXP BBQ, I was made aware that I have been ignorantly depriving myself of fantastic rock shows when I saw The Dandy Warhols live for the first time. I know, I know, I’ve only had about fifteen years to catch up with the rest of you, right?
Some of my favorite moments watching the Dandys came before they even hit the stage. They were those charming moments that remind me that a group of people who can collectively create musical magic on stage are really just ordinary people off stage. First example: Honey Buckets as a photo backdrop. Guitarist Pete Holmstrom conducted an impromptu fan photo session right next to the string of Honey Buckets as fans put their “business” on hold and surrendered their spot in the 20-deep line to get their picture taken with the Dandy. Priceless. Second example: I saw drummer Brent DeBoer and keyboardist Zia McCabe, dressed as a couple of people about to put on a rock show might be dressed, stroll in front of Whole Foods. They walked past an older couple who looked like they just hopped out of their BMW X5 from Bothell, and two very different worlds collided as the suburban folk did a double take and whispered something about the weirdo with the big hair and white jeans. I love this city.
The Dandys played an air-tight set in the short amount of time they had because of the delays. I would surmise that, generally, Courtney Taylor-Taylor’s breathy, nearly seductive vocals tend to draw people in, but I was mesmerized by the non-stop smiles and dancing by Zia McCabe. I’ve participated in several discussions about how it’s difficult to rock out while playing keys, but McCabe is a master. The synth bass she provided, along with the well-placed drumming, provided a good reason for some dancing.
Their set was short, but they played right up until 10:00 PM. I now offer you a gem from my camera – video of “Bohemian Like You”:
Assuming there wouldn’t be an encore because of the time of night and noise ordinances, I headed out, but was stopped outside the gates by sound of Zia McCabe singing a short a capella ditty. The song bounced back to me off of the Rollins Street condos under construction. It was a little magical having a voice so sweet ricochet between buildings, but ugh, those shiny new condos. The night came full circle — two worlds colliding.