Just a quick note after seeing two nights of Matthew Sweet playing my favorite album of all time.
There is something weird about seeing a show at a winery/restaurant. It just isn’t very…. rock & roll. Everyone’s sitting down at tables. There’s no pushing to the front of the crowd or dancing. It’s all… adults. I mean, well yes, it would be all adults anyway. How many 23 year olds want to see a twenty year old album played in its entirety? Someone called out the first night, “you got me through college, Matthew!” Despite not seeing him, I am pretty, pretty, pretty sure that person did not graduate in this century. (Matthew’s response: “Happy to be of service! I couldn’t even get myself through college.”) But still.
In the beginning, I wondered if this was a better way to see a show, sitting down with friends and sipping beverages brought to one’s table. But in the end, despite how much I hate standing for hours and trying to see over the heads of many tall people, I don’t think so. You just want to move, you know? You can’t feel music the same way sitting down, crammed up against a table, sorry.
This is not to say I did not enjoy both shows, because they were glorious. But I think I will have a new appreciation for looking at the back of some guy’s head and breathing in the fumes of sketchy substances next time I’m at Irving Plaza. Rock & roll, man!