If I had to describe last night with one word, that word would be bizarre.
Bizarre is definitely not a bad word in the concert world. When you go to a show every night, unless you’re really looking forward to the band, it can turn into a bit of a chore. That’s not to say I hate going to these random concerts but sometimes writing these posts gets a little tedious when nothing spectacular or bizarre happens.
I don’t even know where to begin with last night.
The crowd alone was fascinating and fun to watch. Everyone had a giant smile on their face from the second they stepped foot into First Avenue until the very last note of the night. Apparently there are been a bedazzling party before the show that I wasn’t invited to because every outfit in the crowd seemed to be full of diamonds, gems and sequins. While watching the crowd, I seemed to lose track of where I was. Obviously, I was at First Avenue but last night it felt more like a really fun gay bar. Apparently Peaches is huge in the LGBTQ community which really showed in her crowd.
Everyone in the crowd was in the greatest mood ever. While I was outside in between sets, I met a very intoxicated, but very nice, woman named Suzie. Susie saw me standing all alone and felt bad so she introduced herself and then insisted we get a picture under Peaches’ “star”. (The First Avenue building is black with silver stars on it. Each star has a performer or band’s name on it. I don’t know how you get one but I think it’s like after you play the mainroom x times, you get your name on there. Peaches had just gotten hers presented to her two days ago.) So there I was with my new best friend Suzie, begging the poor photographer outside to take our picture under the “star”. As soon as we got the picture, I made up some excuse as to why I had to get back inside just so I could get away from her whiskey smelling breath. I do hope she had a lovely night though!
After two hours of straight people watching (the opening band wasn’t doing it for me. The DJ was good but there was really nothing to watch on stage) it was finally time for the main attraction. Peaches.
Peaches is a Canadian electronic artist with a live show that will make you lose track of time because you can’t stop watching. I only knew one song walking into the show last night. The only reason I knew said song was because of the Jackass movies. That should be some kind of indication as to what this show was going to be like.
From the second that Peaches took the stage, I couldn’t look away. Her outfit was bright and her attitude was raw. I went to this show with Vu, the guy that hired me for his blog (If you didn’t know. I was picked up by We Heart Music). Vu kept warning me that the show was going to be raunchy. I didn’t care, I mean come on, I love Gwar shows! If I can handle the raunchiness of Gwar, I can handle anything, or at least that’s what I thought. Then the dancing vaginas came up on stage and I lost it.
What you have to understand is that Peaches takes “raunchy” to a whole new level. None of her lyrics are appropriate. I mean just look at some of her song titles: “Diddle My Skittle”, “Fuck the Pain Away”, “Dick in the Air”, the list goes on and on. Nothing that she does on stage is appropriate. Her outfits are outrageous. Her dancers barely have anything on majority of the time. But that being said, last night was the most hilarious, inappropriate, but fun show I have ever been to.
During one of the first songs, Peaches’ two dancers literally had vagina costumes on and were dancing and rubbing themselves all over the stage. There was another point where an giant inflatable condom or penis or something went from the stage all the way to the back soundboard. Peaches climbed through it during another one of her songs as the crowd pushed their way towards it just in the off chance they could touch this inflatable thing.
The crowd was loving every second. Everyone was jumping and smiling. Towards the end of the set, the crowd got Champagne to celebrate Peaches’ “star”. Four bottles of champagne were either sprayed into the crowd, spat back into the crowd after the dancers pulled from the bottle, or just poured into the mouths of the first couple of rows.
Last night was bizarre. There’s no other way to put it. It was bizarre but in the best way possible.
I can’t wait to see Peaches again!
Venue: First Avenue
Sausage Fest Meter- Everyone was a chick at heart last night
Broken Bones- None
Average Age- 30
Crowd Surfers- Peaches, 1 giant inflatable penis, a green dragon hand puppet, 1 dildo on a stick
Shout Outs- Suzie- I hope you made it home safe! Call me and we will set up that coffee date!
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