Audio By Carbonatix
CAKE
Palladium Ballroom
April 30, 2009
Better Than: The upcoming great food shortage
After starting the show with “Short Skirt, Long Jacket,” CAKE singer John McCrea greeted the audience.
McCrea: “Is anybody here sick tonight?”
Crowd: Affirmative cheers from the back of the room.
McCrea: “You guys are a bunch of assholes.”
As for the crowd, it was a surprisingly mixed bag. $30k millionaires mingled with Richie Whitt, varying degrees of hipsters, and, oddly, teens who looked young enough to prefer Jason Mraz. But hey, if they can appreciate proper use of a Vibra-slap, maybe there’s hope for the next generation after all.
Besides the lineup and the crowd (not enough dreadlocks in the
Metroplex), little is different since the last time I caught CAKE, way
back in 2002 in Asheville, NC. Singer John McCrea still insists on
wearing a raggedy-ass trucker cap and I’m pretty sure they used the
same static, pixelated projection of a mountain scene as a backdrop
seven years ago. In ’02 they had a Christmas tree on stage, last night
it was a persimmon tree. Meanwhile, their gear is still ridiculously
simple: a guitar amp with a mic in front of it. The Palladium was a
good venue for their stage “ambience.”
Usually, when a band’s been around for 18 years, longtime fans who
fell in love with its first record are lucky if they get to hear more
than one or two throwbacks in concert.This, though, was a night for
everyone in DFW who knows the importance of red, white and blue soda
cans. It’s too bad that turns out to be a small number. Not that CAKE
didn’t get plenty of love, but the five songs from their debut album, Motorcade of Generosity,
were the only ones where the crowd didn’t heartily sing along. As a
member of that minority, hearing old stuff like “Ruby Sees All” and
“Jolene” definitely beat my expectations. I should have known better,
since they re-released the record this year to celebrate its 15th
anniversary.
Other highlights of the night included “Stickshifts and Safety
Belts,” “Never There” and “Comfort Eagle.” Biggest bummer? When the
band huddled to decide their next song, “Nugget” didn’t make the cut.
There’s something cathartic about shouting “Shut the fuck up” under
McCrea’s musical direction.
Aside from some musical flourishes, the band played note-for-note
with their recordings. They’re clearly well practiced and appear to
treat their performances more professionally than any act I can recall
seeing.
Ah, but lest you think they take it all too seriously, they did give
away that tree to the person who could correctly guess it was a
persimmon. The only condition: she had to promise she’d care for it
over the next 20 years. As long as I’ve been listening to Motorcade of Generosity, I can say it’ll be easier than she thinks.
Critic’s Notebook
Personal Bias: Spent a year with no CD player in my car and only one tape: a warbled copy of Motorcade of Generosity.
By the way: Happy Birthday to Meghan Hester. Any time a chick you’ve never met pours beer into your empty cup, that’s worth a shout-out.
