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Bobs and Paul and Storm
Dec. 13th, 2006 10:31 pmSo ya
Thought ya
Might like to
Go to the show?
Alas, none of you suckers took me up on the offer to come see The Bobs and Paul & Storm at Caffè Lena tonight. You missed a helluva show!
Caffè Lena (ignore the wèird accènting) is the country's longest-running folk venue, right here in downtown Saratoga Springs. Their little ten-foot-radius quarter-circle stage saw Bob Dylan's early years and the first performance of American Pie, and they're still going strong. The space seats about a hundred, squeezed around tiny round tables, and despite getting in off the waiting list yours truly was pressed right up against center stage. (My shins were actually resting on the stage monitor.) This enabled me to snag setlists for both acts, as they were more or less placed in my lap.
Paul & Storm were previously half of DaVinci's Notebook. I knew them from the Dr. Demento Show, where they held the #1 spot for a few weeks with their Barry Bonds Press Conference. Their act might have been a little abrasive for the Lena crowd, and I'm not sure anybody but me understood why they raffled off a 20-sided die, but I thought they were a hoot; despite having gotten quickly sick of the Barry Bonds tune on Dr. D, I bought their first CD (which included their opening number, Opening Band), and got it autographed, with a little time to chat with Paul—though I was unable to let drop that I am also "as heard on Dr. Demento".
The Bobs were very punchy, often unable to start a song because one or more of them was doubled over in laughter. Example: At one point, Matthew Bob claimed to be the Christmas Bob, so the other Bobs started claiming holidays, and Dan Bob wanted Secretaries' Day. Amy Bob said, "In Saratoga, it's Secretariat's Day," which launched them on five minutes of horse puns that caused them to forget their next song. But when they did manage to sing, they blew the windows out; Richard Bob can still make the ground throb with his bass. They did a mix of Christmas tunes, new tunes, and classics (Dan is wonderful doing the lead for My I'm Large); my favorites were probably their cover of Cream's White Room ("Exactly the same, only non-dairy"), a Chanukah-based parody of Eight Days a Week, and the Christmastime song from A Charlie Brown Christmas, which they closed with. I think they managed to re-install my holiday spirit.
Amy Bob is intensely cute, by the way, and should bounce up and down more. *crushcrushcrush* Only too late did I come up with the perfect pickup line: "So, I wanted to edit your Wikipedia article...are you married?" But I made her double over laughing (again) while telling Richard Bob about my romantic success after the last Bobs concert I attended (with Fairport Convention, which Richard remembered as being in Pennsylvania). Also, Matthew Bob looks a lot like Meat Loaf, so I suggested they should do Meat Loaf covers if they ever needed to fill eight or nine minutes on stage. (I was worried he'd be offended, but he seemed totally into it.)
Excellent concert. I'm so glad I got in!
Thought ya
Might like to
Go to the show?
Alas, none of you suckers took me up on the offer to come see The Bobs and Paul & Storm at Caffè Lena tonight. You missed a helluva show!
Caffè Lena (ignore the wèird accènting) is the country's longest-running folk venue, right here in downtown Saratoga Springs. Their little ten-foot-radius quarter-circle stage saw Bob Dylan's early years and the first performance of American Pie, and they're still going strong. The space seats about a hundred, squeezed around tiny round tables, and despite getting in off the waiting list yours truly was pressed right up against center stage. (My shins were actually resting on the stage monitor.) This enabled me to snag setlists for both acts, as they were more or less placed in my lap.
Paul & Storm were previously half of DaVinci's Notebook. I knew them from the Dr. Demento Show, where they held the #1 spot for a few weeks with their Barry Bonds Press Conference. Their act might have been a little abrasive for the Lena crowd, and I'm not sure anybody but me understood why they raffled off a 20-sided die, but I thought they were a hoot; despite having gotten quickly sick of the Barry Bonds tune on Dr. D, I bought their first CD (which included their opening number, Opening Band), and got it autographed, with a little time to chat with Paul—though I was unable to let drop that I am also "as heard on Dr. Demento".
The Bobs were very punchy, often unable to start a song because one or more of them was doubled over in laughter. Example: At one point, Matthew Bob claimed to be the Christmas Bob, so the other Bobs started claiming holidays, and Dan Bob wanted Secretaries' Day. Amy Bob said, "In Saratoga, it's Secretariat's Day," which launched them on five minutes of horse puns that caused them to forget their next song. But when they did manage to sing, they blew the windows out; Richard Bob can still make the ground throb with his bass. They did a mix of Christmas tunes, new tunes, and classics (Dan is wonderful doing the lead for My I'm Large); my favorites were probably their cover of Cream's White Room ("Exactly the same, only non-dairy"), a Chanukah-based parody of Eight Days a Week, and the Christmastime song from A Charlie Brown Christmas, which they closed with. I think they managed to re-install my holiday spirit.
Amy Bob is intensely cute, by the way, and should bounce up and down more. *crushcrushcrush* Only too late did I come up with the perfect pickup line: "So, I wanted to edit your Wikipedia article...are you married?" But I made her double over laughing (again) while telling Richard Bob about my romantic success after the last Bobs concert I attended (with Fairport Convention, which Richard remembered as being in Pennsylvania). Also, Matthew Bob looks a lot like Meat Loaf, so I suggested they should do Meat Loaf covers if they ever needed to fill eight or nine minutes on stage. (I was worried he'd be offended, but he seemed totally into it.)
Excellent concert. I'm so glad I got in!
