Show Review: The Mountain Goats, Kaki King @ Belly Up Tavern, 10/28/2008

Kaki King had just started playing when I arrived at the Belly Up, and I was immediately blown away by her guitar talent and stage presence. Her material was quite a mix – some instrumental pieces, some with just her on stage with her guitar, and some with her full band (drummer, another guitarist, bassist, and keyboardist). The full band arrangements were pretty rocking – her drummer had skills for sure. A lot of the songs had a sort of shoe-gazey atmospheric bent to them, and they were all really beautiful.

Kaki King @ Belly Up Tavern, 10/28/2008

In between songs, she told us a story about walking around in La Jolla last time she was here, holding hands with her girlfriend. And thinking that “hey, we’re in southern California, the liberal bastion of hope,” so not thinking much of it, really. Then, being La Jolla, a maroon PT Cruiser full of guys pulled up and started harassing them (and yes, the irony of the situation was not lost on her guitarist: “A bunch of guys in a maroon PT Cruiser? How gay!”). So she put in her nod for “No on Prop,” so that she could feel safe and secure walking around with her girlfriend. Something that everyone deserves, no?

Kaki King @ Belly Up Tavern, 10/28/2008

On a lighter note, she also asked the crowd what they thought her band should dress up as for Halloween. Someone in the crowd suggested Devo, and they all really seemed to dig that idea. So much so, that her guitarist and drummer launched into “Whip It” on the spot. Pretty humorous. They played quite a long set for an opener, but no one in the crowd was complaining.

Kaki King @ Belly Up Tavern, 10/28/2008

Then came the Mountain Goats. It was a good show, but John was sick and started dragging towards the end. Not that he didn’t put a lot of energy into it – we just didn’t get multiple encores like the last time I saw them in San Francisco. And the audience had to sing the lyrics to “No Children” during the encore, which actually worked out pretty well.

The Mountain Goats @ Belly Up Tavern, 10/28/2008

Even though John was sick, he was still quite talkative between songs. He introduced “How to Impress a Swamp Creature” by saying that it was about one of those times where it’s been a while since you’d “gotten some,” so you go visit “someone with whom you used to sleep,” even though you know it’s a bad idea. But you do it anyway. “This song, it’s about the moment where you realize how bad that idea actually was.” Yeah. Who HASN’T been there? And yes, I swooned a little at his proper grammar usage on the “with whom you used to sleep” part…

The Mountain Goats @ Belly Up Tavern, 10/28/2008

John’s acoustic solo version of “You or Your Memory” gave me chills with its chorus of “St Joseph’s baby aspirin. Bartles and Jaymes. And you, or your memory.” Darnielle’s lyrics are incredibly descriptive and make me think more of reading a short story than listening to a song. And it’s odd that so maybe people relate to or find comfort in his songs – so many of them describe hopeless tragic situations. Characters in some of his songs remind me in a way of F. Scott Fitzgerald subjects – beautiful, but for some reason totally bent on destroying one another or even themselves.

The Mountain Goats @ Belly Up Tavern, 10/28/2008

I guess maybe it’s the Jerry Springer effect? People turn to these discouraging songs because the songs make them feel better about their own lives? Or the rubberneck effect – you know that something terrible happened, but you want to be a part of it in some way, at least as an observer? Whatever it is, there are somehow few things as thrilling as yelling out the lyrics to “No Children,” full of bitterness and hate couched in devotion. It’s like telling everyone you were ever angry at exactly what you think of them, but, you know, without the consequences:

“I hope that our few remaining friends
Give up on trying to save us
I hope we come out with a fail-safe plot
To piss off the dumb few that forgave us

I hope the fences we mended
Fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit
I hope it’s already too late

And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
Someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
And I never come back to this town again in my life

I hope I lie
And tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you die
I hope we both die

I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it’s darkest before the sun rises
We’re pretty sure they’re all wrong

I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn’t over
And I hope you blink before I do
And I hope I never get sober

And I hope when you think of me years down the line
You can’t find one good thing to say
And I’d hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You’d stay the hell out of my way

I am drowning
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand

And I hope you die
I hope we both die.”

They ended with a rousing rendition of “Michael Myers Resplendent,” the song they opened up every set with last tour. And even though people clapped and cheered loudly, we all knew that was it – the house lights were up and the music was on as soon as the band stepped foot off stage. A bummer, but I hope John feels better for the rest of the tour.