Children of Celebrities: Potential Patients

I’m extremely happy to report that this Children of Celebrities CD release show was quite the treat. When was the last time you went to a show where the band opened with a skit? It was a first for me, and what a fantastic idea indeed.

A naughty, cute and very loud nurse stomped the stage in her mini-skirt, and fed medication to the “patients” that were properly robed in hospital gowns. It wasn’t long for the patients to come alive, and throw some serious tunes to the crowd, and showing more than musical talents (thanks for the multiple panty flashes, guys), it didn’t take long for the band to win the crowd over.

Actually, on second thought, I think the crowd was already won over, but I guess I can only speak for myself. This clever and cute opening served more than to catch my attention, as it made me appreciate this band even more so than ever before.

Musical theatre like all the way through, I absolutely loved the short but sweet intermission only two songs in, which gave the band the chance to ditch the hospital gowns and come out swinging in some seriously pimping suits. Looking sharp and ready to roll, they threw out tunes from both of their releases, and left me smiling and cheering for more.

(It should probably be mentioned here that when you write about a band, get their instruments right. I feel like a bit of an ass, seeing as in a recent review of the band’s latest release, I mentioned the banjo. There is no fucking banjo on the record. Good times.)

Mistakes aside, and seeing how I’m enjoying the non-banjo sounds of We’re Not Bitter, I was very excited to see that all that transpired on the newest release was even that much better and more magical live, although what still really puzzles me is how it’s at all possible for anyone to sit down during a show. Granted, yes, the venue was indeed an auditorium, thus providing bolted down seats and not too much room for anything else. But that didn’t stop me from standing for the entire set, and shaking my booty like it’s meant to be shaken. I should also mention here that my friend and I were probably the loudest pair in the place, as I’m sure everyone could hear us screaming and cheering from the venue’s deepest and darkest corner. But how could you not? Seriously, where was the dancing that was so clearly called for?

The spunk I mentioned in my We’re Not Bitter CD review was that much sweeter live and in person, and the styling of Mike Raymer was the most impressive. I felt like he was almost a magician up there, telling rich stories full of wonder and bliss. It also didn’t hurt that he was shaking it all around, all night long, and I just adore that kind of commitment and execution.

A great evening of laughs, creative skits, and wonderful music that indeed made me bust a move just like the CD did. What more could one ask for? Now I just hope that my loud cheers from the back made up for the banjo confusion. Cheers.