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I had the pleasure of attending the Ed Harcourt show at the Doug Fir Lounge in Portland, Oregon this past monday. I'm going to share a little bit of that experience with you here now, so that if by some sheer stroke of luck his short tour is going to be anywhere within an eight hour radius of you, you'll get in your car or plane or motorized go-cart or Big Wheel and roll yourself on down to the venue. Because you know how to treat yourself right.
First of all, Ed plays keyboards like he was practicing in the womb. If you've heard his music, you know this, but it was an absolute wonder to witness. And his bass player is some gorgeous minx with black, marcelled hair and pouty lips and she plays a KILLER bass. And all the band members were relentlessly charming, stylish and goddamn talented, and the songs were spot-on, and Ed's between-song patter is more entertaining than a lot of comedians' stand-up routines. Which yeah, says something about the state of comedy these days, maybe, but also says a lot for how absurdist and self-deprecating the man is. I mean, with jokes involving Bill Withers and ducks and stories about how his mother was a bearded lady and his father was a circus clown, how can you go wrong?
But most important is the music. And he really gave it to us, wandering out into the audience and serenading us with "Until Tomorrow Then" while the lights dimmed overhead and the microphone seemed like an extension of his soul. And soon after, we all parted ways, taking a little bit of that shared experience with us into the night. And that's the way it should be, huh?
Ed Harcourt - Born in the 70s
Graham Coxon and Ed Harcourt - Gimme Some Love
URL : BUY : MYSPACE : ON TOUR
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At a show in San Francisco recently, Harcourt hopped down off the stage during "Until Tomorrow Then" to hug the people at the front of the audience. I get the warm 'n' fuzzies just thinking about it.