[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Saturday, August 29, 2015[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Touring with The Good Life must be a nice change of pace for Tim Kasher. He doesn’t have to be quite as “Tim Kasher-y” as he does when he plays with Cursive. The Good Life has always been the pensive, maudlin, falling-off-the-barstool, drunken younger brother of Cursive. The senior got all the girls because his heart was broken in a cool, rock ‘n roll sort of fashion, whereas the junior’s broken heart was more pathetic in a “throwing up in the ladies’ room stall” kind of way.
Being a younger brother myself (suck it, Steve), I have always had a soft spot in my heart for TGL’s own brand of inebriated defeat ever since hearing “Black Out” for the first time back in 2002. In fact, 2004’s “Album of the Year” did actually top my own personal chart that year, as its title suggested. 2015’s TGL is a slightly different animal though. The band has more of a cohesive feel and really is just that: an actual band, as opposed to a rotating cast of hired guns playing Tim’s sadder songs. That new-found camaraderie is evident on their newest release, “Everybody’s Coming Down.”
Saturday’s set was overall a more rockin’ affair as well. No acoustic interludes and minimal treks back to their earlier, more electro sound. There were still plenty of the sadder moments that made me fall in love with TGL in the first place, such as a crowd-pleasing rendition of title track “Album of the Year” and an encore that included all 10 minutes of “Inmates” with Stefanie taking lead vocal duties and managing to surprise herself by not forgetting the lyrics. Maybe the word encore should be stylized as “encore” in this instance since Tim beseeched the crowd to play along and pretend that they physically left the stage and returned to play a few more tracks. Instead, the frontman from openers Big Harp took this opportunity to weave his way through the crowd in order to bring shots for the band.
Tim seemed to be enjoying this lower-key affair in a venue of less than 150 people and amicably participated in his fair share of stage banter, including how he was unaware that Chapel Hill was in Jersey after a fan shouted to play some Bon Jovi and how it was rush week in Chapel Hill (ugh, no wonder I couldn’t find a damn parking spot). He remarked about how he’s old enough to be a father to these young partygoers now that he is in his 40s. One particularly inebriated fan in the crowd kept stealing the show by alienating every single person he touched, mentally and especially physically. His imaginably sweaty hands were all over anyone in his immediate radius. Friend of the program, JP, was fascinated by this lout’s incessant ping-ponging around the venue and managed to capture some quality action video. This juggernaut would bounce into someone then careen around the rest of crowd like a malfunctioning satellite that can’t quite find a strong enough gravitational pull to even him out into a proper orbit. He would stop briefly to pick up and drain a beer (which seldom turned out to actually be his) and to put his arm around the shoulder of any random, unsuspecting patron so that his other hand was free to fist-pump the air along to Tim’s lyrics. Incredibly, this clod-hopper must own all of TGL’s records because he was pumping his fist and singing along to the actual lyrics as opposed to whatever drug-fueled inner-monologue I expected to be rattling around in the spaces between his skull and gray matter. (For those of you playing at home, the safe money was on ‘shrooms but a betting man would take a second look at molly.)
As we stood enraptured, watching this walking catastrophe of a human being from the safety of our balcony vantage point, there was one particularly tense and dicey moment when we were all quite sure that he was going to get haymakered by a larger and more physically fit gentleman who mistakenly wandered into the drunken trajectory of the lummox. Luckily, the blunderer bounced along to a different unsuspecting victim shortly thereafter, narrowly avoiding a quick (but sure to be long-lasting) trip to the proverbial canvas.
3/5 stars – Crowd boorishness aside, The Good Life performed admirably, reminding me that they remain a suitable companion piece to Cursive and that Tim’s melancholy is still very honest, genuine, and relatable. They also gave us a taste of things to come from the newly rekindled lineup.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”332″ img_size=”large” alignment=”center” style=”vc_box_shadow” onclick=”img_link_large” img_link_target=”_blank” css_animation=”appear”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”330″ img_size=”large” alignment=”center” style=”vc_box_shadow” onclick=”img_link_large” img_link_target=”_blank” css_animation=”appear”][/vc_column][/vc_row]