May 19 - Phoenix, AZ (Dodge Theatre)

dontlookback wrote:

Amily wrote:I wanna hear Jemaine say "
jizz"

There seriously needs to be video of that. I will if there isn't

Amily wrote:

dontlookback wrote:
There seriously needs to be video of that. I will if there isn't

Just like someone seriously needs to video Jem's "
badass"
song. C'mon 'uckers!

blondesnotbombs wrote:When Doves Cry >
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Freebird.

[size=200:7cva9uq6]FACT.

wmniwoman wrote:

what a great way to start the day  <img src="https://2img.net/h/i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm265/AmiClement/fotcmbsmileys/smiley-love017.gif" alt="[image] " title="[image] " border="0"/>
this needs to be in my ipod STAT!!!!!!!

Conchords somehow even funnier live

Having recently witnessed the stars of the funniest rock film ever, "
This is Spinal Tap,"
on that same stage, it almost hurts to have to say this, but Flight of Conchords are far and away the better live act.

It was non-stop laughter from the time they kicked off Tuesday's Dodge Theatre concert with a throbbing techno song about too many . . . let's call them dudes on the dance floor, dressed in robot costumes with a walk-on rap by their opening act, Arj Baker, to the final, echo-laden notes of "
Bowie."


They're even funnier live than they are on their star-making HBO comedy series, which I would have been among the first to tell you was impossible as recently as Tuesday afternoon. They found fresh humor in the songs that made us love them in the first place, from the Franco-phonic foolishness of "
Faux Du Fafa"
to the hollow hip-hop boasting of "
Hiphopopotamus vs. Rhymenoceros."
Just the look on Jemaine Clement's face after dropping the line "
I'm the Hiphopopotomus, my lyrics are bottomless"
and coming up with nothing was priceless, even for those who'd committed the punch line to memory. And the banter was even better than expected. After "
Too Many (Expletives) on the Dancefloor,"
Clement went through, verse by verse, explaining the significance of lyrics that left nothing to interpretation. But he did point out a verse the casual listener may missed where they'd addressed some deeper issues, including mortality. "
You can't really notice it,"
he deadpanned, "
because that part's instrumental."


In addition to being hilarious, both Clement and his partner, Bret McKenzie, have the vocal chops to spoof a wide variety of styles, from the Princely falsetto that makes "
The Most Beautiful Girl (In the Room)"
that much more brilliant to the booming baritone Clement used to great effect on the cowboy ballad "
Stana,"
which, as Clement explained, is "
basically the word Satan with the letters cleverly swapped around."


While songs like that got by just fine on two guys with acoustic guitars, they were joined midway through by the New Zealand Symphony Orchestra, which due to budget cuts had been reduced to just a cellist. As Jemaine explained, "
There were two other guys."


The Conchords also fleshed things out with keyboards, toy piano, drum machine, a two-man human beatbox on "
Hiphopopotamus vs. Rhymenocerus"
and Bret on drums for "
Mutha'uckas."


This being a comedy show, there were plenty of audience members inserting themselves in the show, but the boys made the most of it. When someone yelled out, "
Take it off,"
Jemaine asked their roadie to run out to the bus for jackets so that they could put them on then do a striptease. And when someone yelled "
Freebird,"
they actually played it, complete with a rap at the end in which Jemaine spelled out the lyrics as essentially "
I'd like to sleep with you and then move on because I can't be chained"
or words to that effect. It was hilarious.

Other highlights ranged from the hip-hop spoof "
Hurt Feelings"
("
The day after my birthday is not my birthday, mom"
) to a snatch of the Prince song "
When Doves Cry,"
some outrageous dance moves on "
Sugalumps"
and a very funky "
Business Time"
with Jemaine really nailing the line "
Toss those meatball-stained track pants to the side."


Here's hoping they can keep this up because at the moment, they feel like the Beatles of musical comedy just about to hit their "
Rubber Soul"
phase.

dontlookback wrote:Oh yeah! And the banter for Bowie included Jemaine saying, "
Bret, you were jizzing music..."
and "
Bowie stole your jizz."

(Jemaine stole my Andy Samberg's word )
Bret looked kind of embarassed but he laughed and said "
...I was jizzing music "

hellomyfriend wrote:AND:


Dear Bret,

Thank you for throwing your pick to my section. I never thought something so small could delight me so much. I try not to let anyone else touch it, but I'm not really sure why.


Love, Nik

hellomyfriend wrote:Dear Jemaine and Bret,

The annoying audience members in Phoenix weren't us;
they were other people.

And if you found us annoying, we weren't ourselves;
we were them.



Love,
Nik

P.S. Thank you for including my "
Molest me, Bret Stana"
sign in your banter.

hellomyfriend wrote:AND:


Dear Bret,

Thank you for throwing your pick to my section. I never thought something so small could delight me so much. I try not to let anyone else touch it, but I'm not really sure why.


Love, Nik

dontlookback wrote:

hellomyfriend wrote:AND:


Dear Bret,

Thank you for throwing your pick to my section. I never thought something so small could delight me so much. I try not to let anyone else touch it, but I'm not really sure why.


Love, Nik

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hellomyfriend wrote:

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You now have three wishes. Use them wisely.

[size=133:w6mndl1t]Flight of the Conchords play Phoenix's Dodge Theatre, sides are split
05/25/2009
Adrienne Lake


[size=100:w6mndl1t]The concept: two scruffy, clueless New Zealanders move to New York to make it big in music with the help of an even more clueless manager, a deluded groupie, a moronic bandanna-wearing buddy and a landlord who seems to randomly materialize out of thin air.

Add a laugh track, a little slapstick and a splash of romance and you have… a recipe for television disaster. But add Jemaine Clement, Bret McKenzie and their own brand of dry, indie rock humor and you have Flight of the Conchords, an HBO series that has steadily gained momentum and legions of devotees since its US television debut in 2007. These fans have been coming out in droves for the Grammy-winning musical comedy duo’s US tour, which made a stop on Tuesday, May 19 at Phoenix’s Dodge Theatre.

Fans of the show gleefully recognized opening act Arj Barker as Dave, the bandanna’d store clerk and giver of bad advice. The casual observer couldn’t help but notice that Barker was nervous at best and on something at worst. Whatever the cause, the result was profuse sweating, jitteriness and stumbling over words… none of which is unusual for a comic, I suppose. On the other hand, none of these elements prevented Barker’s set from being pleasingly laugh-inducing. His material was good and it was clear that with a little more confidence and less…err Red Bull and vodkas, that he is a great comedian.

He played into the audience’s hands with regional humor: “Do you worry about global warming here or do you just think how much worse can it get?” Barker also covered topics like not wanting to have kids, important issues like Pluto’s demotion from its planetary status and, of course, marijuana, like how it was ironic that Kellogg’s dropped Michael Phelps as spokesperson after photos surfaced of him smoking pot and how as a cereal company, ostracizing stoners is “biting the hand that feeds you.”

Oooh, you’re a legend, Dave!

The Conchords kicked things off with the classic “Too Many Dicks on the Dance Floor” in homemade-looking robot costumes, which gave the false hope that the next song would be favorite “The Humans Are Dead.” Special touches like Barker’s (in the “Dave bandanna”) rap and miniature disco balls hanging from Clement and McKenzie’s groins delighted the shrieking masses.

Also included on the set list were the Spaghetti Western outlaw song “Stana” (which went on for a surprisingly long time due to adlibbed interactions and mistakes), the Prince-esque “The Most Beautiful Girl in the Room,” “I Told You I Was Freaky,” the French-bashing “Foux Da Fa Fa,” the self-censored rap of “Mutha Uckers,” the hysterical “Hiphopopatomus vs. Rhymenocerous,” the pseudo sentimental (a la Air Supply) “I’m Not Crying,” “What’s Wrong with the World Today,” “Epileptic Dogs” (which included a brief “REMIX!” with plenty of seizure-inducing strobe lights), “The Girl with the Epileptic Dog” and, of course, the Barry White spoof, “Business Time,” during which the Conchords indulged the audience with an erotic dance.

It’s hard to decide which is more entertaining, the Conchord’s songs, each of which targets a genre or artist and puts a farcical spin on it without being insulting, or the duo’s in-between song banter and audience interaction. For example, when the always stone-faced Clement reassured the audience, “Don’t get nervous when we start talking, it’s not a song that’s really, really bad.”

Or there was Clement’s response to an audience member’s shouted request to take off his shirt. Unfazed, he shot back, “You were getting one and a half hours of humorous songs and pithy banter… but we don’t strip. That’s a misunderstanding.” He offered to incorporate taking off a jacket into their act, but lamented that the jackets were left on the bus. Later in the set, a stagehand appeared onstage with jackets for Clement, McKenzie and even Nigel, the cellist who was “on loan from the New Zealand Symphony Orchestra.” McKenzie leapt from his chair to start playing a beat, for which Clement then began sensually removing his jacket and then took over so McKenzie could have his turn.

There were moments during which the audience seemed to get a little too carried away by the opportunity to interact with the band by shouting out vaguely funny or downright obnoxious things and the Conchords were actually kind enough to respond to. Clement explained, “You think what happened is that the crowd got unruly, but what’s really happened is we’ve lost control of you.”

And what better response could there be to a blurted out “I LOVE YOU!” than a pause and “Awkwarrrrrd… Uh, of course I love you, I was just thinking about something else.”

The duo’s chemistry is so exceptional that they were even able to make mistakes hilarious and endearing (and there were plenty of flubs). At one point during a performance of “Jenny,” McKenzie apologized for being distracted by a “woman with a strange laugh… well, not strange, but loud.” To which Clement replied, “Now she’ll never laugh again.”

It’s funny how you notice mistakes only when the performer is embarrassed by it. When they embrace their missteps with open arms and humor, they cease to be blemishes and instead become highlights, which is infinitely more charming than a perfect performance.

The Conchords seem to recognize this and capitalize on their scruffy appeal artfully and effortlessly. Whether they are facetiously discussing how many blowjobs “they’ve had to deal with tonight” (McKenzie: 47, Clement: 40) or rapping “my rhymes are so potent that in this small segment I made all of the ladies in the first five rows pregnant… congratulations, bitches!” the duo manages to generate nonstop easy, self-effacing humor that could never offend, if only for the sheer power of their affable charisma.

Though more likely, they’re just having a hell of a lot of fun together. And they have just happened to find out that a good chunk of the world has just as much fun with them as they do each other.

After obliging the irritating quintessential “Freebird” request with a surprisingly funny (“You can’t catch me and put me in a cage, bitch!”) and dare I say… beautiful version of the Lynyrd Skynyrd song, they told the crowd, “Phoenix – all they wanted was ‘Freebird’ and monkey sex. Whatever gets your mind off the heat.”

hellomyfriend wrote:

[size=133:ybinygtc]Flight of the Conchords play Phoenix's Dodge Theatre, sides are split
05/25/2009
Adrienne Lake


[size=100:ybinygtc]The concept: two scruffy, clueless New Zealanders move to New York to make it big in music with the help of an even more clueless manager, a deluded groupie, a moronic bandanna-wearing buddy and a landlord who seems to randomly materialize out of thin air.

Add a laugh track, a little slapstick and a splash of romance and you have… a recipe for television disaster. But add Jemaine Clement, Bret McKenzie and their own brand of dry, indie rock humor and you have Flight of the Conchords, an HBO series that has steadily gained momentum and legions of devotees since its US television debut in 2007. These fans have been coming out in droves for the Grammy-winning musical comedy duo’s US tour, which made a stop on Tuesday, May 19 at Phoenix’s Dodge Theatre.

Fans of the show gleefully recognized opening act Arj Barker as Dave, the bandanna’d store clerk and giver of bad advice. The casual observer couldn’t help but notice that Barker was nervous at best and on something at worst. Whatever the cause, the result was profuse sweating, jitteriness and stumbling over words… none of which is unusual for a comic, I suppose. On the other hand, none of these elements prevented Barker’s set from being pleasingly laugh-inducing. His material was good and it was clear that with a little more confidence and less…err Red Bull and vodkas, that he is a great comedian.

He played into the audience’s hands with regional humor: “Do you worry about global warming here or do you just think how much worse can it get?” Barker also covered topics like not wanting to have kids, important issues like Pluto’s demotion from its planetary status and, of course, marijuana, like how it was ironic that Kellogg’s dropped Michael Phelps as spokesperson after photos surfaced of him smoking pot and how as a cereal company, ostracizing stoners is “biting the hand that feeds you.”

Oooh, you’re a legend, Dave!

The Conchords kicked things off with the classic “Too Many Dicks on the Dance Floor” in homemade-looking robot costumes, which gave the false hope that the next song would be favorite “The Humans Are Dead.” Special touches like Barker’s (in the “Dave bandanna”) rap and miniature disco balls hanging from Clement and McKenzie’s groins delighted the shrieking masses.

Also included on the set list were the Spaghetti Western outlaw song “Stana” (which went on for a surprisingly long time due to adlibbed interactions and mistakes), the Prince-esque “The Most Beautiful Girl in the Room,” “I Told You I Was Freaky,” the French-bashing “Foux Da Fa Fa,” the self-censored rap of “Mutha Uckers,” the hysterical “Hiphopopatomus vs. Rhymenocerous,” the pseudo sentimental (a la Air Supply) “I’m Not Crying,” “What’s Wrong with the World Today,” “Epileptic Dogs” (which included a brief “REMIX!” with plenty of seizure-inducing strobe lights), “The Girl with the Epileptic Dog” and, of course, the Barry White spoof, “Business Time,” during which the Conchords indulged the audience with an erotic dance.

It’s hard to decide which is more entertaining, the Conchord’s songs, each of which targets a genre or artist and puts a farcical spin on it without being insulting, or the duo’s in-between song banter and audience interaction. For example, when the always stone-faced Clement reassured the audience, “Don’t get nervous when we start talking, it’s not a song that’s really, really bad.”

Or there was Clement’s response to an audience member’s shouted request to take off his shirt. Unfazed, he shot back, “You were getting one and a half hours of humorous songs and pithy banter… but we don’t strip. That’s a misunderstanding.” He offered to incorporate taking off a jacket into their act, but lamented that the jackets were left on the bus. Later in the set, a stagehand appeared onstage with jackets for Clement, McKenzie and even Nigel, the cellist who was “on loan from the New Zealand Symphony Orchestra.” McKenzie leapt from his chair to start playing a beat, for which Clement then began sensually removing his jacket and then took over so McKenzie could have his turn.

There were moments during which the audience seemed to get a little too carried away by the opportunity to interact with the band by shouting out vaguely funny or downright obnoxious things and the Conchords were actually kind enough to respond to. Clement explained, “You think what happened is that the crowd got unruly, but what’s really happened is we’ve lost control of you.”

And what better response could there be to a blurted out “I LOVE YOU!” than a pause and “Awkwarrrrrd… Uh, of course I love you, I was just thinking about something else.”

The duo’s chemistry is so exceptional that they were even able to make mistakes hilarious and endearing (and there were plenty of flubs). At one point during a performance of “Jenny,” McKenzie apologized for being distracted by a “woman with a strange laugh… well, not strange, but loud.” To which Clement replied, “Now she’ll never laugh again.”

It’s funny how you notice mistakes only when the performer is embarrassed by it. When they embrace their missteps with open arms and humor, they cease to be blemishes and instead become highlights, which is infinitely more charming than a perfect performance.

The Conchords seem to recognize this and capitalize on their scruffy appeal artfully and effortlessly. Whether they are facetiously discussing how many blowjobs “they’ve had to deal with tonight” (McKenzie: 47, Clement: 40) or rapping “my rhymes are so potent that in this small segment I made all of the ladies in the first five rows pregnant… congratulations, bitches!” the duo manages to generate nonstop easy, self-effacing humor that could never offend, if only for the sheer power of their affable charisma.

Though more likely, they’re just having a hell of a lot of fun together. And they have just happened to find out that a good chunk of the world has just as much fun with them as they do each other.

After obliging the irritating quintessential “Freebird” request with a surprisingly funny (“You can’t catch me and put me in a cage, bitch!”) and dare I say… beautiful version of the Lynyrd Skynyrd song, they told the crowd, “Phoenix – all they wanted was ‘Freebird’ and monkey sex. Whatever gets your mind off the heat.”

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