Simple Minds Still Play to Arenas, Even in the Saenger

What do you do on an election day when you’re too anxious to watch the returns and too anxious to watch something else instead? On Wednesday, Simple Minds at the Saenger Theatre were that third option for me, and at times it was hard to separate the show from its context. Singer Jim Kerr sang, “make love your armor” in the opening “The Signal and the Noise,” and I wondered if there were people in America who could no longer do that. Was the uplift in the band’s sound beyond some people at this point?

Hannibal Buress Speaks His Audience's Language at the Saenger

Some celebrities would take a humiliating arrest and issue a public apology. They’d share about it on late night TV, their head hanging. At the very least, they’d lay low and never mention it again, hoping it would fade soon from public consciousness.

But that’s not comedian Hannibal Buress. He blew it up on a projector inside the Saenger Theatre, taking the crowd on a step-by-step examination of the incident. 

Last Night: Morrissey Isn't Any Happier

In the ‘80s and ‘90s, a young Stephen Morrissey gave a generation permission to mope. Thursday, he returned to New Orleans’ Saenger Theatre as your emotionally needy uncle—all bitterness and open wounds with unclear boundaries. In a black velour shirt with a broad gold V, he paced the stage of the Saenger Theatre snapping his lengthy microphone cord, sometimes singing with his arms folded as if delivering a sociology lecture for the umpteenth time.

Win Tickets to See Morrissey

Last fall, Morrissey revealed that he had underwent a series of cancer treatments. With typical Morrissey flair for the dramatic, he said:

If I die, then I die. And if I don’t, then I don’t. Right now I feel good. I am aware that in some of my recent photos I look somewhat unhealthy, but that’s what illness can do. I’m not going to worry about that, I’ll rest when I’m dead.

Jack White Fragile?

My review of Jack White’s show Tuesday at the Saenger is online at The New Orleans Advocate. An additional thought crystalized when photographer Chelsea Dunn sent me some of her photos from the show. It seemed apropos that the stage was well lit, but in a way that provided little illumination. It’s hard to imagine that anybody felt any closer to him by the end of the set, and step back from the music and the show felt very controlling.

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