I hate when I am so stoked to see a band, and then can't make myself stay for more than three songs. This was, admittedly, my first time seeing I&W live in all of the years I've been listening to them. So, I have nothing as a comparison. But...here goes...
I feel like I should ask for my money back. When did this ethereal, lullaby-inducing group turn into the hipster's version of the Grateful Dead? Did I miss something? I&W had 11 people on the stage. I think two of them were donning brass instruments. It sounded nothing like anything I know of them. It was like the band is some kind of manic-depressive, and I've been having a relationship with the depressive part, only to show up to the wedding and realize I'm about to marry the manic. What gives?
I remember this happening to Dave Matthews. You know, they used to be good. They used to be a musical force to be reckoned with. Original. Witty. Passionate. And then, they started jamming and all the noodlers took over. Iron and Wine is next. I may cry.
I left the show after 3 songs. I'm REAL glad I spent $36 on a ticket. Really, I am. It was a lesson to never buy another ticket to Iron & Wine again. Jerks.