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Beck Appears at Paste Magazine Launch Party

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I'm broke. To make matters worse, I'm luckless. When my friend Christina called me last week to say she had an extra ticket to Beck at Madison Square Garden, I considered myself on the cusp of some sort of karmic turn. Then she dropped the price on me — $65. Whew, no way could I come up with the sum.

So, while my girls trotted off to their expensive arena seats, I sat at home in front of the computer. Bored and a little irritated with my situation, I perused some music sites and stumbled upon a web competition from Paste. They were giving away tickets to the 26th issue launch party to be held October 26 at the Knitting Factory. Coincidentally, the issue featured Beck on the cover (a sore subject for me), but what the hell, I filled out the form. I never expected to win.

When I arrive at Leonard Street around 8 p.m., knots of people stood behind a velvet rope puffing on butts. It wasn’t an exclusivity thing; apparently, the club has had trouble with the neighbors. It might have something to do with all the construction on both sides of the street — little room for traffic, less for smokers. A check of my ID, an eye locating my name on the guest list, and I’m in.

The main room and its adjoining area are already packed with wannabe rock stars, writers and Paste personnel. I cop a drink and move toward the main stage as the New York City-based folk/alt-country act Hem mount the stage. Singer Sally Ellyson’s voice is sweet enough, but her protruding stomach proves an unconquerable distraction. Seven and half months pregnant, you have to give the woman respect for crooning in that condition; the blandness of the band, however, deserves few, if any, props.

At this point, I’m wondering why I bothered to show up. Sure, the tickets were free, but my roommate is super late and I’ve been standing around by myself for an hour and half. I’ve only had a few blips of conversation with other partygoers and Hem’s adult contemporary sound is just not doing it for me. I decide to have one more drink and peace out. My roommate Matt finally shows up and we order two beers.

Beck at the Paste Launch PartyHalfway through our Sierra Nevada and Heineken, stage hands start to assemble the stage for the next surprise band. It took an unusually long time to complete the sound check, and considering how disappointed I was with the first act, I vowed to be out after I swallowed the last sip of my pale ale. Who wants to stick around for a group that probably sucks as much as the last one, especially when they’re pretentious enough to take 40 minutes setting up?

At last, the Paste host ambles up to the mike to announce the special guest. After tipping his hat to ?uestlove, who had filled dead air with various guitar-driven dance jams during intermissions, he said, “We here at Paste are pleased to introduce Beck!”

Are you serious? Beck is playing in this small club for 150 people when the previous week he sold out the theater at the Garden? Do I hear Lady Luck shuffling in a 180 degree rotation? Well, I at least see Beck emerge from the side room and that’s proof enough for me.

Without scrims or massive video screens, without lasers or scantily clad dancers, Beck and his band plow through songs from his newest release, The Information, right down to "Mellow Gold". After coursing through a few selections, Beck asks the audience for requests. Inexhaustible answers spring from the crowd as Matt chimes in with a booming “Devil’s Haircut.” Beck looks him directly in the eye and strums the opening chords. At that moment, Beck doesn’t play for Paste, he plays for us.

The band – composed of a fro-ed out hipster bass player with white latex pants and matching sunglasses, a percussion/dancer in brick red jeans, a keyboard/sideman with a pageboy haircut, a drummer hitting the skins so hard the snare pops up and down, and a too-cool-for-school guitar player who munches on gum like cud and stands aloofly in the same spot all night – play a professional set, yet seem to take the experience rather lightly.

It’s probably been ages since Beck and his band played a small club. I imagine the show provided a certain leeway that performing in front of thousands of people doesn’t allow. After Beck left the stage, the band stayed on to a do an original song with the degrading and repetitive chorus “drop your panties to the floor.” No one, of course, followed their commands, but it was a light touch on an otherwise thoughtful set.

On the way out, I reveled in my good fortune and relished the opportunity to call my friends and tell them about the free Beck show. As I was entering the final corridor, a face struck me as familiar. I realized it was James Iha, former guitarist for the Smashing Pumpkins. I sent my roommate in to snap a shot. I’m still broke, but at least I have a story to tell and a picture to prove it.

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  • Julie, this is a spectacularly wonderful tale. Congratulations and consider me incredibly jealous of your good fortune.

    Did he, by chance, play anything from Guero? I still love the hell out of that record.

  • Mark Saleski

    wow, very cool story!

    reminds me of the time i saw Springsteen at a small club in…

    …nah, just kiddin’!

  • Beck played last night at a little club in Dallas called the Gypsy Tea Room. Word is he called Tuesday AM and said hey, can I play a gig there tomorrow night? I don’t know who was originaly scheduled to play last night, but when Beck calls…

  • Julie Pinsonneault

    Hey guys. I stand corrected; apparently Beck likes to play the small clubs as well as the large ones. That definately scores points with me (:

    … and to DJRadiohead, he played Black Tambourine very well.

  • While it was not my favorite from the album, “Black Tambourine” is a good one. I would love to have heard that.

    I’ve got to make it to a Beck show.

  • Caroline

    Julie, YOU are “too-cool-for-school”!

  • Great tale and well told, Julie! It’s a rare treat to behold such an artist up close.

    I saw Beck play Jones Beach theater on Long Island around about ’97 or so on a breezy summer’s night. It was a great show, but slightly too bombastic for my taste — there was about a 20 minute version of “Debra” that closed out the show! Ben Folds Five opened, as I recall, they were very very impressive.

  • I figured this would get EB’s attention. He and I were the only people who loved Guero last year.

    Midnight Vultures is not my favorite Beck phase. I love Guero, Sea Change, and Mutations. Mellow Gold and Odelay are classics. MV is tougher for me. I don’t hate it, but I don’t love it, either.

  • You can’t beat moments like this! Good onya! Never doubt your luck again. Just imagine, when things aren’t going well, that luck has somehow failed to check its calendar and map. It’ll catch up to you. It always does.

  • Joan, that might sound inspirational to some but it sounds ominous to me.