Like everyone else that is obsessed with “seeing” “knowing” “experiencing” the latest trends in music, I sheepishly went to the Fever Ray show at the Henry Fonda Theater in Los Angeles. I became a fan of The Knife two years before they got big, I’m talking 2004 here, I was in my friends car and he put on Pass This On *I think* and blew my mother fucking mind. Skip ahead a few years and I am in San Francisco watching The Knife masquerade onstage like they were pre-gaming before an Eyes Wide Shut party.
With all that in mind, and knowing I had class before heading straight to the Fever Ray show, I put together an outfit. I decided on black Levi skinny jeans, a long sleeve black long sleeve t-shirt, a clashing navy blue jean Brittania jacket with bamboo pockets, black combat boots and the largest crystal necklace I own. The crystal necklace I wore is great, it thumps against my chest in rhythm with my every move and heart beat.
It’s amazing that The Knife has been able to completely sell out, not reveal their identities yet remain kings and queens of the independent artist scene in America… a feat only Swedes can attain. When I told my NYC friends that I was heading to the Fever Ray show they warned me that thee audience they encountered in NYC was more fixated on the fact they were going to bear witness to Karin Dreijer Andersson‘s face than they were ready to dance and have a good time. “UGH,” I thought, “Why are people so fixated on celebrity when there are calories to be burned on the dance floor!”
Just before the show started I ran to the bar to grab a cocktail, as I ordered a little twink boy asked me how much cocktails cost, and I told him *unfortunately* about ten bucks. He handed me ten and asked that I grab his cocktail. Being a retard, I thought the guy just didn’t want to wait in line to get a drink then I realized that he didn’t have a wristband signifying his underage status. “Fuck,” I thought, “Do I risk a possible sting operation for the sake of getting a kid boozy.”
UMMMM. YES!!!
So I help the kid and his friend get boozed up then we make our way to the stage, a few moments later we are all inundated with the smell of incense and dark brooding electronic beats. Opening a show with a heavy cloud of incense is definitely a brilliant move. Not only does it clear out negative energy, but it also clears out the atrocious odor the fat dude behind you is exuding beneath his five layers of goth garb.
Karin Dreijer Andersson took the stage in an outfit akin to a Bjork fantasy. Maybe even crazier than anything Bjork would wear since Karin is heavily influenced by the surreal, the pagan and darkness. There is nothing in the Karin persona that suggests silliness, which is kinda sad considering that her overachieving stage presence could have used a silly interjection or two. I spent about 75% of the show dancing and the other 25% of the show staring at the low watt lamps clicking on and off like vintage strobe lights wondering how I’m gonna get in the pants of the little twinks I got drunk.
Toward the end of the show one of the members of Fever Ray came toward the stage with his gargantuan staff and seemingly spewed magical energy at specific members of the crowd. At this moment I was very glad I had decided to wear my crystal necklace because I wasn’t trusting any energy that Fever Ray was spewing at me. The whole show was amazing yet seemed to try a bit too hard to be something otherworldly.
After the show we went to the upstairs after party. My friends and I sat in the lounge area sipping cocktails discussing the night, we successfully snuck the twink boys in so I spent the majority of my time chatting with them. They excitedly met the lead singer of AFI while I happily chatted with some girl wearing a Fleetwood Mac 45 on her head. None of the members of Fever Ray joined us in the after party, which didn’t really surprise us since Karin is a mother and her toddler was present at the show. All in all, Fever Ray was good but the little twinks I went home with were better.
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