Clap Your Hands Say Yeah Fitzgerald's August 12, 2014
It's hard to say that this show was perfect, but that was the only adjective coursing through my mind as I walked down the stairs and out of the door of Fitzgerald's after a performance from storied indie rockers Clap Your Hands Say Yeah.
Sure, the performance had a whole lot going against it. Being a Tuesday night, possibly the least social night of the week, definitely hurt ticket and bar sales, but in the end I think worked out for this show. People that were there were there for one reason and one reason only -- to see a great band put on an even better performance.
And thankfully CYHSY complied with everyone's wishes. Starting their set about 20 minutes early - mainly because everyone that was coming was already there by then - the Philadelphia indie quartet brought the energy. Which is thankful, as everyone seemed a bit sleepy upon first glance.
But they don't take kindly to a tired audience, and within three songs they were doing everything they could to get people dancing. Let me tell you, it didn't take much coaxing the get the crowd riled up.
Pulling material from across their discography, CYHSY didn't waste time with any filler. It was a hit parade from start to finish, with the first real shout- and dance-a-long coming in the form of one of their bigger hits, "Satan Said Dance." Followed closely by one of their first big songs, "Gimme Some Salt," the entire crowd knew early that this set was going to be a hot one.
And the band knew too. They seemed to really enjoy the Houston audience's crowd participation and love for their songs. Frontman Alec Ounsworth, whom opened the evening with a solo performance, was noticeably happy with what was transpiring.
And how could you not be expecting a lowly attended Tuesday night performance, but getting a high-energy group of die-hard fans that knew every lyric to every one of your songs. While the group seemed a bit road weary and tired like the rest of us, by the end of it they were bouncing around the room while pounding out danceable hit after danceable hit.
Which is a bit unordinary for a Houston weeknight show. There have been a bevy of sparsely attended and lackluster crowds for bands that deserve and draw much more a crowd usually in Houston over the past several years, but now and again a crowd truly surprises you. This was one of those that did. And one of the main reasons I walked out thinking this show was perfect.
And maybe it wasn't actually perfect, but it seems like everyone in the room would agree with my sentiments. It was perfect for the card it was dealt.
Which sometimes are the best situations. It's like rain at a football game. It's not an ideal situation, but you just have deal with it. In the end, it usually turns out for the better and you walk away from the whole thing having more fun than you would've otherwise.
I'm not comparing CYHSY to football, by the way. I'd hate to be chastised by a bunch of sports-hating hipsters. But why do you all hate sports, anyway? Not unique enough?
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Personal Bias: Been a fan for a while. I've only had the chance to see them one other time, so it was nice to catch them again.
The Crowd: Mostly men in their late-20's with the energy of a bunch of teenagers.
Overheard In The Crowd: "Are you burning patchouli?" "No, its probably Jagi (Katial, from Fitzgerald's and Pegstar)"
Random Notebook Dump: I tweeted out "Satan. Satan. Satan." And immediately received retweets and favorites from all over the interweb. Who knew so many people loved Satan? I was just quoting a CYHSY song.