Last week as a "Welcome-to-Tucson" gift to myself, I shelled out $80 and saw Beck at the Rialto. Since I had fuck-all to do that afternoon I was able to spend half my day waiting on line to ensure I'd be one of the first pathetic souls to barrel through the doors heading straight for the stage. Man, if there was ever a show to be squashed against the stage for, this was the one. Because Beck is such a gifted musician and seeing him upclose affords one the ability to see him diligently working at his craft? I guess so but more because dude is fiiine. I mean, he came out rocking an outfit that even Blossom (who after a Google search I just learned has a Ph.D. in Neuroscience ?!?) wouldn't touch and he still looked damn good. Actually, his whole band is fucking hot as hell and because as upclose and personal with 'em I was able, to steal a line from "Wedding Crashers," eye-fuck the shit out of them. So naughty I am!
Musically, I'd say he phoned-in about the first half of the show until he started playing some of his lesser-known tracks like "Novacaine" and some Country-Western shit that everyone was singing along to because the lyrics were about Tucson. The costume change into the bear suit after the first encore also helped lift his spirits.
What else? Um, there were marionettes behind the band mimicking their movements who later had a little puppet show of their own voiced by Beck and Co., the crowd was a little lame (lots of folks who went to college in the mid-90s waiting to hear "Loser", which incidentally the puppets "performed" sans band) and these maniacs opened and refused to leave the stage until their mics were cut.
The end.
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