FOTC @ Amoeba, 4/24: Did You Go?
By Ryan - Friday April 25th 2008 |
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Anybody make it out to Amoeba last night to catch Flight of the Conchords? Come the 6pm hour I was deep in thought, hunched over the Coachooser in the Sandalwood Conference Room at the Marina Del Rey Courtyard Marriott with a team of analysts determining the precise location and time of their unannounced appearance at the fest this weekend.
We’ve got midnight reports from Metblogs and LA Weekly Style Council. Looks packed. Who else turned out…and how was it?



I tried, but at 6 there was a ricockulous queue, so I flagged it. Damn their popularity!
i went! the conchords are funny in person too
got to amoeba at 420…waited in line, finally wristbanded and let in at 520…show started at 610
setlist:
most beautiful girl in the world
inner city pressure
mutha’uckas
prince of parties
alvi the racist dragon
bowie
encore: robots
(photo during encore http://www.mywearandtear.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/conchords042408_robots.jpg )
ended around 655 (45 minute show) they were going to play inner city pressure to open but bret’s keytar didn’t work at first so they switched the order
then i bought their cd and got in line for the signing…and waited…and waited…
nearly 3 hours later (!) i got up to the table. they were a little fried from all the people before me but were nice. i got a little nervous and called jemaine bret by accident – oops! he said not to worry, he forgets which one he is sometimes too :)
got them to sign their names on their pop up cut-outs in the cd. here’s a pic
http://www.mywearandtear.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/04-25-08_1952.jpg
Yes. I was in the balcony crouched beneath the listening stations. Nice eyeline.
The first 15 minutes of the show was Jemaine talking over Bret dicking around with the soundless keytar. At first I thought it was a bit of comedy, but after the 5 minutes or so it became unfunny.
But the boys soon redeemed themselves when they called out a woman in the audience holding up a sign asking Bret to the prom. Bret said that she must be 16 if she was going to the prom but apparently, she was 26, to which Bret dryly retorted, “you must be pretty stupid then if you’re still in high school.” It was magic.