Crossing Brooklyn Ferry, the Dessner-curated festival at BAM, took over the Peter Jay Sharp Building at the end of last week. I went with two friends on Thursday primarily to see Sharon Van Etten and headliners The Walkmen, who I hadn't seen since 2005. Friday night I went with another friend to check out The Antlers and St. Vincent. We tried to get a feel for the rest of the festival, and caught a smaller band or two up in BAMCafe, and a few of the short films. I enjoyed the other aspects, but the focus was clearly on the headlining bands playing in the Howard Gilman Opera House.
St. Vincent
St. Vincent (throwing down the mic at the end of Krokodil)
Sharon Van Etten
Sharon Van Etten (with Aaron Dessner)
The Walkmen
The Walkmen
The Walkmen
The Antlers
The Antlers
The Antlers
As for everyone else, I was impressed by Sharon Van Etten (both musically, and that she wore those 4" heels the whole time!). She had a charming stage presence with a fairly quiet crowd (which included her parents). The crowd perked up more when Aaron Dessner came out and joined her for a few songs, and the energy seemed to pick up after that. The Walkmen followed, and my only complaint was that there wasn't more Bows+Arrows action going on. I also really loved their lighting scheme. On Friday, The Antlers were fantastic. They were as emotionally-charged as ever, and sounded great live. The only other time I've seen them was also at BAM, but I was much closer this time around. Their sincerity seems to make the reverence that takes over the Opera House as a venue.
Overall it was a really successful two days at BAM for me (I couldn't make it to Saturday's final lineup). The only actual complaint I have is that there was a guy standing one person over from me during St. Vincent who really should have been kicked out. He had weaseled his way into the front row, basically by leaning on top of me (ugh), and then squeezed his friend in between us. He gave a *lovely* pre-show rant about how he didn't give a shit if he pisses people off at concerts (clearly). His enthusiasm for St Vincent was overwhelmingly displayed physically during the show, as he pounded on the stage, jumped and flailed his arms, fist pumped, stomped repeatedly, and felt the need to yell "I mean, Come ON!" in between every song. A security guard came over to talk to him 3 times, but somehow he avoided getting kicked out. He is hands down the worst person I have ever been near during a show, which is really saying something. Congrats, dude.
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