Hey everyone! Just wanted to say that the Katonah show was GREAT - I'm so glad it came together. Our little FruVan NoHo (or, as Beth likes to call it, NoHa) made it to the Harvey School without too many wrong turns. (By the way, for those of you as bad with names as I am, the Smith girls are Caroline (that's me, with the short-short hair), Beth, Julie, and Katie.) We're so glad we got to meet a bunch of you - I can finally put a few names with faces! (And the others are now begging me to help them subscribe to the ng! bwah ha ha...)
BTW, I loved Jian's "I dig your boyfriend" t-shirt. I can think of several friends (female AND male) who I'd love to give one of those too...
I won't try to rewrite Lori's excellent review, but I'll do a little short version of my own. I did write down a set list, which is as follows (in correct order!):
Gotta Get a Message to You BJ Don't Cry (with an "Ashley Judd's son/save the goddamn Hudson" line thrown in) Horseshoes I Love My Boss Spiderman Jian talking about the Clinton fiasco - "What he *should* be impeached for is the lie he's perpetuated: that he's a liberal." Stuck in the 90s Minnie the Moocher ("Time to focus on Chelsea/I think she's a lesbian hooker") at the end of this, everyone slowed down and stopped playing except Jian, who quipped, "Energizer!" (does he usually do this and i'm showing my newness by writing that?) "Towels from Home" spoken thingy - was this improv? Early Morning Rain (can i tell you how much i LOVE the Fruharmonies on this song?) Pisco Bandito Murray's "Wouldn't we all like to have our own little Yoda?" speech Present Tense Tureen Johnny Saucep'n Jian: "I just wanted to remark about the nice gentleman, I think it was Mike, who introduced us by calling our stuff junk. Whatever. I'm sure his music is great too." Mike morphing into Lou Reed - lol Dancing Queen! woo hoo! (Intermission) MBLABOA - "My baby's hooked on/my crucifixion" - Murr River Valley Michigan Militia YWGTTM (preceded by the usual NASA/John Glenn banter) Murray: "we've been performing this song live for a year and a half now, and it's only now that i've realized the parallel between the moon and dave's cranium." Jian (after mentioning the live album to minimal applause, commenting on that, and getting cheers): "Sure, clap for the band that didn't get the claps the first time." I Will Hold On - i think this is my new favorite. is an album version in sight? Jian: "Tonight we're outing ourselves." Ballad of Marion Fruvous (do they always do that "Master of the House" thing? that was wonderful!) Jian's intro to... you guess which song: Ji: "We here at moxy fruvous are a deeply, fervently religious group. That's right... And what those of you who have not seen us live before do not know is that our prophet, our religious leader, our Allah-" murr: "Allah" jian: "i can say that, not you." murr: "sorry." jian: "He sometimes comes onstage. Is it Jesus Christ?" crowd: "No!" "Is it Mohammed?" "No!" "Is it Baha'i-la?" "No!" murr: "Who's that?" ji: "If you'd ever heard of the Baha'i religion, you'd know. Is it the Buddha?" "No!" of course, it was... King of Spain! (everyone jumped up and danced at this point) Green Eggs & Ham (my first time hearing it!!) Love Potion #9 At this point we Smithies shoved the brownies we'd made up onto the stage. The guys noticed them by their feet when they came back for the encore, and thanked us. So that made it worth the trouble of baking (and having to go back to the grocery store twice for ingredients we forgot). Besides, I made Jian give me a brownie before he left - hey, I was starving. encore: Gulf War Song. of course the fruvirgins laughed at the funny lines, but we in front were just sitting reverently.
Ok, enough review. I'd just like to mention that after the show, when ALL the guys came out and talked to us (thanks guys!), and an amusing little dialogue occurred...
us: don't forget the brownies!
dave: are they... "special" brownies?
katie: yeah, they have chocolate chips!
of course she was joking. we didn't want them to feel like they weren't special... ;)
the next day on our way home, we stopped to buy more Fruvous CDs and bought out two stores (ok, we left them a copy or two). We were also inspired to broaden our musical horizons: I bought a Gordon Lightfoot CD and we debated buying others (Vance Gilbert, etc) but decided we were already coughing up enough money among the four of us to fuel the corporate monopolies (we tried the independent store, but they didn't carry it :( ). Sorry! If we'd had more time we would've asked them to order it, but we needed our Frucraving satisfied before we left town. ;)
well, that's enough out of me!
From Lori:
Now where exactly do I begin?
I guess the beginning would be good.
Jennifer (a/k/a ladywench) arrived at my house Friday evening, having met me two nights before and having talked with me for oh, maybe all of about ten minutes. She parked Milady de Beast on the back lawn, was scared by/scared my cat, regaled me with the details of truffle confectionery and causing Murray to sugar-crash, and was quite a sport in helping 10-year-old Andrew deliver food drive bags to the entire street, all before Steve got home from work.
And that, I was to learn, was just a bare-bones preview.
By 7:30 we set off for the wilds of New York State, with Steve driving, Andrew trying to play in the front seat, and Jen and I ensconced in the back, talking. And i do mean *talking*. As in nonstop. 4 hours. Probably the shortest conscious (well, relatively speaking) 4 hours of my life.
When my little nuclear family had demanded to know who this Jennifer person was, other than a Fruhead, I had explained that she made truffles, wrote inventive and amusing religious treatises, and seemed rather, well, shy. Hmmmm. As Meatloaf sez, two outta three ain't bad.
Steve, Andrew and I heard many many many many things on the way to Poughkeepsie, all of them hilarious, involving mehndi, Fruvous, cars, Fruvous, DuPont, Fruvous, old boyfriends, Fruvous, medieval re-enactments, Fruvous, and then a few things about Fruvous. By the time we got to Steve's mom's house, the voice I had begun losing on Thursday was reduced to helpless squeaks, and I hadn't even talked that much -- just laughed.
Saturday morning was sunny, warm, and fairly calm. We talked, even
about nonFru things, such as the possible Scots origins of Canadian
curling. (Jen was much intrigued with our account of this unique blend of
housekeeping and horseshoes.) By noonish Jen and I were both bouncing
off the walls, agitating to get to Katonah. Steve, his brother Bruce, and I
already had our tix in hand, but she had overnighted for hers and was
itching to get her hands on it. We left the house around two o'clock, and by
three Jen and I had succeeded in making Bruce, a Frugin, a little wary.
(My assimilation tape had warmed him up a little, but he wasn't quite
convinced about this band he hadn't heard of except from us, and now he
was surrounded by these two jabbering blonds. Probably would scare
me too At 3:10 we found ourselves in the "hamlet" of Katonah, and a few minutes
later saw a sign for the Harvey School, but the driveway led to what looked
like a skating rink. Hmmm, we thought. But the mileage was a little
off, so we kept driving, and eventually found a driveway that led up a hill,
around a curve, over a river and through some woods to grandmothers ....
no, to a dormitory, and little signs pointing the way to "coffee house".
We located said coffee house, parked around back, and walked into what
we thought was the concert venue only to find that it was the cafeteria.
The nice people there, who were setting up chairs for a chorus practice,
directed us to the proper door, and Jen found her ticket waiting for her.
We wandered into the auditorium to check out the stage, and another
nice man at the door asked us what was it about this band that inspired
such an outpouring of loyalty, and such willingness to travel great
distances to see them.
Jen gave one exuberant explanation, I another (it was like the "tastes
great/less filling" commercial, but more manic) and for the second time that
afternoon I saw fear in a novice's eyes. Somehow we managed to contain
ourselves, said something along the lines of "you'll see", and scampered
away to check out our preferred seats stage Murray. We asked if we could
put our coats there, but were gently ushered away by the volunteers (who
also gently declined our offer to help with the prep work.) It was now about
3:30.
Back at the ticket table I asked if I could buy Vance Gilbert tickets in
advance, and happily walked away with two. We hooked up again with
Steve and Bruce, found Mosh (who for some bizarre reason I persisted
in calling Chris all night) and decided to go into town for some food.
Found a coffee shop whose semi-permanent artist is Sloan Wainwright
(Loudon's sister) and amused the staff somewhat, but were disappointed
that they sold no eclairs. When a train came in at the station across the
street the coffee shop grew crowded, and we decided to head back to
the Harvey School, hoping the Frubus had arrived.
It wasn't there yet, and the 3 restless guys decided to go back into
town for some beer. Jen and I camped out on the back lawn, with a
strategic view of the back entrances to the auditorium, and again she
told stories of Frugigs, Frutrips and Fruheads while I giggled, my voice
deteriorating with each of her tales. (Umm, Chrissy, Michelle, Drea?
We *must* get together sometime! :) ) We got more funny looks from
two people walking by, one of whom said to the other "I think they're
Fruheads" (giggle) The guys came back, and Jen and I wandered out
front where we found Joni, June and Mike. We decided to go get the
guys and stand in line, and when we wandered around to get them the
Frubus was finally pulling in.
Out front again (we were putting on some serious walking mileage!) we
found Kimberly, Kris and Gordon guarding the door, and as we all chatted
Bruce started looking like he thought this might be fun. Lizzie showed up
with her dad, and Caroline with her converts from Smith, and we started
calling down the line, welcoming the newcomers. The volunteers were
going in and out, and we could see action on the stage, but couldn't hear
anything. As seven o'clock neared we got noisier, and the volunteers
were grinning warily at us as they passed, opened the door to tell
us it would be a little while longer, or watched us through the door.
Someone issued a challenge to all newcomers to sing a line of
Saucep'n in order to gain admission to the concert, and as they tried
gamely Jen took out her tin whistle and started playing. A chorus
ensued, after which she promptly replaced the C whistle with a G and
played as fast as she could. Much applause, and then a twenty-voice
rendition of Gulf War Song, followed by Michael Row the Boat Ashore.
We were quite giddy with antissssipation, and were absoloutely having
a ball.
Finally the doors opened, and we dashed in to grab our coveted seats,
then back out to get our Frumiles stamped, then in to chatter, then out
to buy bumper stickers from the much-amused Tobey, then in the chatter
some more, then out for refreshments (free apples! big ones!) Finally
we all sat in a row: Jen, Bruce, me, Steve, Mosh, the Smith girls. We
nattered about who would go for which setlist. We watched Cal tape
down all the stuff. I got a great closeup shot of Dave's banjo. We
commented on the biggest prop table we'd ever seen at a Fruvous
gig.
And then we saw the backdrop.
The Clearwater Coffeehouse is named for a ship, the Clearwater, which
is the working symbol of a pet project of Pete Seeger's. The
foundation's focus is cleaning up, and keeping clean, the Hudson river
valley, and so on the mural behind the stage was a picture of the
Clearwater, centered with a banjo-playing minstrel on one side, and a
mermaid on the other.
The mermaid was holding a broom.
And Jen observed, "look, that mermaid is curling."
And that was when we all knew it was going to be That Kind of Night.
The Lads. Oh, yes, we were there for the Lads. And they finally took
the stage at about 8:30, after the emcee of the evening did quite an
entertaining job of introducing the coffeehouse and announcing that
it had merch to sell, while blithely and unintentionally dissing the Lads'
own "junk". (At which Jen yelled, and I squeeked, "Not junk! Stuff!
Quality stuff!")
the first set (in some semblance of the correct order)
During the 1st set Jian, in Boyfriend shirt, ragged on the emcee for
calling Fruvous merch "junk", then told us how the band had gotten
way lost trying to find the venue, finally had found the rink and felt
quite at home, but when Jian went inside to enquire about the "coffee
house" on the mistaken impression that everybody knew what such a
thing was, he was told "oh, you must mean the snack bar." They also
launched into "towels from home," as it was quite hot in the
auditorium.
Between sets, while Jen, Steve and I tried to figure out how to draw the
Lads' attention to the curling mermaid, the emcee came back and
explained that no, he didn't mean junk, he meant j-u-n-q-u-e, an entirely
better class of stuff. When the Lads came back onstage he bestowed
fluorescent pink Clearwater t-shirts on them. (Now they can all look like
homicidal flamingoes :) )
the second set: (again, approximate order)
lots of people were up dancing by the end, even though the space between
rows was very narrow. As they were running late and the coffeehouse people
had to close up, the single encore was
Gulf War Song
which again held the entire audience enthralled and silent at the end.
I can't *believe* I heard this song twice in one week.
Once the lads were offstage we sat around in FruBliss for a few minutes.
Bruce's comment on his FruDeflowering was "I've had fun at concerts
before, but I've never been to one where I laughed through the whole thing!"
I think that means it was good for him too. :)
After overzealously putting away more of the folding chairs than the
coffeehouse people wanted put away we headed out to the lobby,
where all of the Lads were being really gregarious. I couldn't talk
to them much because I had absolutely *no* voice, but they seemed *so*
relaxed now that the tour's finally over. We hung out kibbitzing for a bit,
then took off with Mosh to find a foodery, but no such luck. So he took
off for points south, and we found a diner an hour later.
We were still totally charged up, and the waitress seemed utterly
amused by us. But the utter highlight of the meal was Jen's discovery
on the menu of a concoction of french fries, gravy, and shredded cheese.
(sound familiar??) Well, I had been off at the facility while she
ordered it, but as I returned the waitress placed it in front of her with the
comment (I thought) of "here's your Pisco fries." To which Bruce said
"I guess you'll have to dance for those." At which I lost the remainder of
my voice laughing, and Jen, discerning why, joined me in yet another
Pisco dance. (yeah, I'll have fries with that!)
Finally it came clear that the dish was in fact known, for reasons best
left unexplored, as Disco Fries. But i prefer to think of it as Haliburton
Poutine. And, craving that wonderful salty greasy goodness, I thought,
well, I can't order them at this point, 'cause I already have regular
fries, but I can at least order some gravy. (Yes, I happen to *like*
gravy with my fries :D)
Well, by the time we got home we were still completely punchy, but
also wiped out, and I obviously couldn't hold up my part of any conversation,
so we finally went off to bed. This morning, when Jen discovered that I
*still* had no voice, she suddenly discerned a disturbing pattern. She went
to a concert with Chrissy, and Chrissy lost her voice. She went to a concert
with Beth, and Beth lost her voice. She went to a concert with me.....
She is not the FruWench. She is the evil FruWitch.
Which can only mean that I am the Little Murrmaid. :)
From Steve:
Forgive the unintentional post of the word "this". No, it wasn't a Zen review
of the show.
This was the first time I'd seen the band live, though I've been listening to
their CDs for a couple of years. It seems they are
more of a theatre troupe than a band, though they are enough of a band to keep
me interested through just their CDs. But the
experience of their live show is quite a bit more amplified as compared to
their recordings than with any other band I've seen.
We (spousal unit and I) haven't enjoyed anything so much in a long time. By the
intermission we knew we would have to get
frumiles cards, because we'd be seeing them again.
It was a funny venue; the Walkabout Clearwater Coffeehouse has a monthly show
to benefit the environmental/educational
programs of the Walkabout Clearwater organization. The WC (I have to abbreviate
it, but I don't intend any cloacal humor by the
particular abbreviation I'm using) itself is a seven-foot replica of the
Clearwater sloop that travels the Hudson river giving
educational programs and making eco-political drama to urge the cleanup of the
Hudson (and other polluted waterways). The
walkabout oganization carries the WC around to places where the actual sloop
can't go for the same kind of educational
programs. There was a group out in the lobby doing a kum-ba-ya-ish singalong
thing before the show; this was the Walkabout
Clearwater Chorus. The WC needs a chorus not so much to sing inspiring songs
about rivers and such, but to carry the WC
itself, which must weigh a few hundred pounds (It was on display in the lobby).
So a solid half of the audience were Walkabouters, generally older, and the
other half were fans of Moxy Fruvous, generally
much younger. There was only a razor-thin overlap. That was at the beginning of
the show. By the end many of the
walkabouters seemed to have been converted.
I didn't have a notepad to keep a set list, and the show was so long -- over
two hours -- that I couldn't possibly remember it. I'll
hit some highlights:
The show was introduced by a comical fiftyish folkie who seemed a little
bemused by the whole thing with the amplifiers and all
that; the WC has solo acoustic acts like Bill Staines and Tom Chapin. He was
funny about the fruheads down in front. Some of
the WC folks that had been enjoying musical brotherhood in the lobby were not
too gruntled to find they had to sit way in back.
It didn't seem like a good start. By the band calmed fears by opening with the
quiet and the familiar; "I've Got To Get A
Message To You."
The band took to a side aisle to do "I Love My Boss" off-mike after some cracks
about the show being in Westchester County
and that most of the people in the audience could relate to this song because
they not only had had bosses but mostly were
bosses, Westchester County being a synonym for "Rich". They tore over to the
opposite side to do "SpiderMan".
We were "concerned" when "Early Morning Rain" started with the odd harmonies;
one way to mess up an old folkie's
convolutions in a negative manner is to screw around with Gordon Lightfoot . I
expect an unusually high reaction factor to
"Gord's Gold" when the folks who bought "b" last night slip it into the old CD
player.
Spousal unit heard more grumbling than I did from the WC folk folks. All I
heard from the elder crowd were good comments.
When Jian asked how many people were at their first Moxy Fruvous concert, there
were almost no hands down in front of us
(we were in about the seventh row) and practically no hands down behind us. We
were also at the point of median age in the
audience. Practically everyone in front of us was younger than us -- most by a
long way, as we are in our mid-forties -- and
most people behind us were our age and older. It felt good to be among the
"kids" who showed up because of Moxy Fuvous as
opposed to the geezers who showed up because of the toy boat. (I don't mean to
dis the WCers -- it's a good cause and we may
go back for other events there).
I had the feeling the band enjoyed the gig after the rocky start. The attention
paid was total; I heard no side-conversation even
though we were sitting next to an apparently unsupervised row of
11-or-12-year-old boys. Jian said at the end they had played
"about an hour more than we were supposed to", and said they were pleased to
play at a place where it's "all about the music."
This may just be professionalism -- any band wants the audience to think they
had a great time performing. Well, except some
attitude-heavy alienation bands, but they don't count. It certainly seemed
sincere.
Murray's shirt was quite ordinary. What a cool voice he has!
This isn't much of a review and it's already kind of long. Ah, well. First try.
Now that I posted the phantom "this" I'm committed!
From FruWench:
Ok, I think I have regained my composure to add a few tidbits to teh
Katonah reviews.
Gordon and I were the first two in the doors, and amidst injunctions to
"WALK" moved rather quiclky to the doors to have our tickets ripped and then
raced for seats while the volulnteers looked on amusedly and Tobey grined
at us shaking his head. Gordon was headed stage Dave and I was headed
stage Murray. We hit the doors and split, racing down the outside aisles.
I got the aisle seat, reserved 5 for our group, and sat on the floor in
front of my seat. :-)
The MC comes out and explaines about the Clearwater Walkabout being a
pet project of Pete Seeger's to clean up the Hudson river and points out
the model behind the table where Fruvous has their junk for sale. I yelled
out "Junk? It's not junk! It's stuff!" with Lori chiming right in. Then
he said it was great to see so many of our generation taking an interest,
and we looked at each other. "Our" generation? Had he even looked at the
audience? PICK a generation! Which one was "ours"? *giggle*
Concert highlights and notations:
"King of Spain" - They took the religious direction, shunning the
Republican line. When Jian was listing the 'names of God' Murray mimicked
Jian and said "Allah" with the proper Middle Eastern breathy "H" at the end and
Jian looked over and said "Hey, only I'm allowed to say that!" Murray
apologized profusly. Then Jian said "Our prophet who will be coming on stage
shortly! Well, I don't mean coming on stage, I mean arriving on stage!" Lori
and I disolved into
giggles and buried our faces in our laps.
"Johnny Saucep'n" - . . . it seemed faster than usual . . . musta been my
imagination . . . Am I the only one still doing the hand jive to this?
"Pisco Bandito" - I taught the front row the Pisco Dance, and caught
Jian grinning at us. Or was he glaring?
Halfway through the second act we all got up to dance. We were still on
our feet when the Lads left the stage. They came back on and said they were
only going to do one encore since they were about an hour over their time.
They walked to stage Dave and set themselves for the Gulf War song. Then they
smiled and waited while everyone sat down. I walked over and knelt on the
floor near Murray. Lori, Mosh, and a couple others in the front row joined me
and we had a half circle of people kneeling at the Lads' feet for Gulf War.
There was actually an intermission at this show. We snuck a peek at
the set lists for the second half. But everyone waited until after the
encore to swipe the lists. I was a bit nervous that the lists would
disappear, I'm glad they didn't. I was sitting on the stage between
Murray's and Jian's set lists, blocking any easy reach. *snicker* And no,
I did not stage dive for set lists after the show. That wasn't why I was
blocking them.
We hung out by the stage until the room cleared and they started
folding up the chairs, and a whole bunch of FruHeads started helping. A
bit too enthusiastically. They only needed about a quarter of the chairs
folded, we had most of them done before they noticed. So I wandered around
helping pick up trash. After a while, we saw the Lads out in the lobby and
we headed out. I found a seat comfortably behind a glass door, and pulled
out my journal while Lori and Steve schmoozed with the guys.
A volunteer came out of the hall carrying three bottles of water form
stage
trying to do the "Oooooo, Moxy Fruvous water bottles" bit. The three young
girls she tried to pass them off to were singularly unimpressed. She kinda
looked upset, I think she was expecting Beatles-type mania here. She glanced
at me, so I said I'd take one of the full ones. She gave it to me, I drank it.
I'm a
simple person, and I was thirsty. :-)
From the Harvey School website:
Moxy Früvous began in 1990 as a street performing band in Toronto. In
the early days they performed almost completely a capella, and developed
their knack for four-part harmony as well as a street-level guerilla
theatricality and audience rapport that remain a part of their live show
today.
Their lyrics are as challenging and diverse as their music, from humorous
to heartfelt, from whimsical to political, all infused with a sense of sly
intellectual fun. Their eclectic package is sewn together by a few common
threads that run throughout their music, such as soaring four-part harmony
in the best Beach Boys tradition, and unexpected instrumentation such as
banjo, accordion, melodeon, harmonica, and strings, usually on top of a
solid bass/drums/acoustic guitar combo.
Potential Früheads: come and hear about the great new FrüMiles Card for
frequent concert-goers!
Some other tidbits from the performance include:
Message
Early Morning Rain -- ooooooooh!
BJ
Boss -- the Westchester audience of "rich people -- you *are* the bosses"
loved this, and Ji was superbly reluctant at the end. The song
isn't
one of my favorites, but this version really worked.
Spidey -- Mike was springing all over the place, leaped into audience
tried to toss his sweatshirt over Jason Reiser's equipment but
Jason snagged it.
Horseshoes
Saucep'n
Stuck in the '90's -- with Pataki ref.
Minnie (d'Amato ref; something "Giuliani's son/clean up the damn
Hudson"; Chelsea Clinton line)
Pisco (Jen taught the front row the Pisco Dance)
Tureen (started with reference to Luke Skywalker and Yoda, "everyone
ought to have a little Yoda"; Murr and Ji got silly with that one
:D)
Dancing Queen medley
Authors
River Valley
Michy
YWGTTM
I Will Hold On --- I love love love love love this song
Marion Fruvous -- Fruvous defined by Murray as the steel support structure
supporting the auditorium roof.
Regarding Part The First: Ji: "the legend -- which
every
Canadian schoolchild learns in grade three --
*third
grade*" (sneer)
Murrman, getting ready to recite: "Yes, I repeated
it
every day for two years. I can feel the welts
rising on
my ass....." Then, assuming literary declaiming
pose:
"Wait ... for ... this."
King/GE&H
Love Potion Medley
The Pictures
Thanks to Caroline Moore for these:
Thanks to Kimberly for this one:
The Music
The Set
Closed with
Encore 1
Encore 2
Misc. Info
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