February 28 2007: Mirah, the Blow - Iron Horse, Northampton MA
Well, the show was sold out. I didn't know this until 8 hours prior to the doors opening. And I didn't have a ticket. And I suppose that if a Mirah/Blow co-bill is going to sell out any small town in the country, that town would probably be Northampton. But it never occurred to me that I might want to plan for this contingency. I mean, the last time I saw Mirah was back in Portland a few months before I left, and she was playing in somebody's apartment and sitting on the bed while playing to maybe 3 dozen people at the most. But I will never again underestimate the formidable Smith Girl demographic.
Because the Iron Horse was about as full as it possibly could have been. There were no tables anywhere on the downstairs level and people were PACKED and standing all the way back to the bar. The upstairs had tables but was no less full of bodies. And people were on the stairs. People were on the side of the stage. People were everywhere there was an empty space to be. There's absolutely no way the Iron Horse was within the fire code.
But I had a great seat upstairs because I was the second person in the line because I had to stand in the cold for no less than two hours in order to secure one of the few tickets they had available at the door. But it was probably worth it. I got to listen to Khaela play songs about driving up and down State Street and Mirah was playing with a drummer who wore an Oly Beer tshirt, and in between sets one of their friends came on stage and demonstrated her P-Style invention. She did this by unzipping her fly and using the P-Style as a trough via which she was able to piss into a bucket. And I guess if there's one thing that Smith Girls like it's women pissing into buckets on stage. Such a cheer I had not heard in all my life. I wonder how many bought their very own P-Style at the merch table. I swear I am not making a word of this up.
And Mirah played really nicely, mostly stuff from "C'mon Miracle" with a few new songs and a few old ones and a few really old ones like "Telephone Wires" and "Person Person." "Mt. Saint Helens" was maybe the best song of the night, but they were all pretty good, as could be expected
So yeah - interesting night all around. But good times.
Because the Iron Horse was about as full as it possibly could have been. There were no tables anywhere on the downstairs level and people were PACKED and standing all the way back to the bar. The upstairs had tables but was no less full of bodies. And people were on the stairs. People were on the side of the stage. People were everywhere there was an empty space to be. There's absolutely no way the Iron Horse was within the fire code.
But I had a great seat upstairs because I was the second person in the line because I had to stand in the cold for no less than two hours in order to secure one of the few tickets they had available at the door. But it was probably worth it. I got to listen to Khaela play songs about driving up and down State Street and Mirah was playing with a drummer who wore an Oly Beer tshirt, and in between sets one of their friends came on stage and demonstrated her P-Style invention. She did this by unzipping her fly and using the P-Style as a trough via which she was able to piss into a bucket. And I guess if there's one thing that Smith Girls like it's women pissing into buckets on stage. Such a cheer I had not heard in all my life. I wonder how many bought their very own P-Style at the merch table. I swear I am not making a word of this up.
And Mirah played really nicely, mostly stuff from "C'mon Miracle" with a few new songs and a few old ones and a few really old ones like "Telephone Wires" and "Person Person." "Mt. Saint Helens" was maybe the best song of the night, but they were all pretty good, as could be expected
So yeah - interesting night all around. But good times.
posted by Peter Sohriakoff | 10:42 PM
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