The Triple Door is Overrated
Every music nerd and sound engineer geek in Seattle always make a point of gushing over the sublime greatness of the Triple Door so finally after years of hype we went there last night and we have to say we were a little disappointed. Maybe it was the fact that we were assigned a seat in a sealed room with a window that one of the strangers we met in the cramped and intimate confines of our cell dubbed "the fish bowl." Try having a private conversation with a friend in "public" when you're cramped in a small room with a bunch of strangers watching an artist perform through a window. It sucks. We dimmed the lights to reduce the reflection in the glass, but then the waitress came in and turned the lights up, blinding our friend and totally destroying our sex appeal forever. Night ruined!
We had no prior knowledge of the artists performing, headliner Joshua Radin who reminded us a little of Damien Rice, and opener and collaborator (at least for tonight anyway) Schuyler Fisk, two old school, folksy emo artists, endowed with huge talent, but also this unfortunately annoying insistence on introducing every single song with elaborate narratives about what each song means, its origin, the meticulous etymology of every word in every lyric, blah blah etc etc. All the voices of Seattlest merged into one Voltron-like super-entity, pounded our combined fist on to our table and demanded, "Shut up and sing, song-crafter!" Although we have to acknowledge one of the intro bits that Radin did about how he was just using his craft as a shrewd, calculated effort to get laid was pretty funny.
On our way out we passed by a big fish tank and we couldnt resist tapping on the glass and saying, "We know how you feel, little fishes." Once outside, we raised our hands overhead and launched in to the sky, returning to our home world of Alderan.
