Feist @ The Tripod
Okay, so I’m sick. I feel nauseous. I have had strange digestive rumblings. So what do I do? Go to see Feist. I bought tickets some time ago and I’m not really one for wasting money. My mother always said that once I put away money it never saw the light of day. Kidding, of course. I’m actually quite a generous person. Oh, and modest too. So I couldn’t let the evening slide without popping into the Tripod to see Feist.
Feist is one of those strange artists that inhabits the Regina Spektor-Tori Amos territory without resorting to strange tone poems or yet another twisted story of violence and loss. She’s ethereal, jazzy and altogether a more pop-friendly tunester. And that?s not to cheapen her range. The hooks she appends to her songs construct a strange audio sculpture of dichotomy. They imprison you with their down-home sensibilities and set you free with delicate embelishments.
I?m not the biggest Feist fan in the world, but I love the clarity of her sound. I bought the album a couple of weeks ago and I have listened to the whole thing twice. Feel It All is a permanent fixture on my work playlist, so that gets me brownie points, right?
The night kicked off by meeting up with friends at the Odeon. That place is a ghost town mid-week, but their was something else stirring in the air. And it was decidedly not Feist.
As I got ready to enter the Odeon, two Master Chiefs jumped out of a MPV taxi and were quickly admitted to the POD. I should have asked for a pic, but they were on a mission. The Halo 3 launch party all MacGyvered up and ready to go right next-door at the POD, while Feist was ready to sing her little heart out. Yes, I was feeling extra inventive and nerdy as I fumbled for my Feist ticket.
Feist was much better than I expected. I?m a pitiful fan really. I knew the words to just about two of her songs and played Nodding Doghead game to the rest. The Tripod was very busy. And please, would the tall people of the world with massive hair move to the side, when a vertically challenged lady of manners and good standing is trying to bask in the beauty of talented performers that she can’t see. Oh and to the pair of girls to my left that persisted in playing bumper cars during the encore, I could have played back, but brusing could have resulted.
Feist played all of her songs flawlessly. Swapping from guitar, to piano accompaniment just the once. The irony was not lost on me as Feist performed 1, 2, 3, 4. 
As an encore, Feist played a Broken Social Scene song (correct me if I’m wrong here..). Anyone @ the gig catch the title? [EDIT: Thanks to Paddy who pointed to Fucked Up Kid as the song in question].
All in all, I had a great night. The music as enjoyably light and balmy. Feist is a consummate performer, that I’d love to see again.
I clicked a couple of snaps.
