Backstage at a Feelers concert – it’s the musical version of waterboarding right? For the record I never went backstage. I almost never go backstage. Backstage is not my place – people seem to have a strange idea about what a reviewer does – I turn up to the show, hope they’ve remembered to leave a ticket for me and if they haven’t that’s my tough luck, I leave most gigs before they’re finished – due to deadline and/or boredom. And that’s that. And yet if I say I’m off to see Bob Dylan I’ll get someone ask me if I get to meet him. They’ll even do it with a straight face.
I don’t ever try to go backstage – but I do think it’s funny that I’ve got a backstage pass to
a feelers gig. And I did actually go to the gig. I don’t think I ever wrote anything about this one – I did review a feelers gig once, back when the very first album was released. And they were alright. Alright in a sort of limited way for an off-night .
But this time I think the real story is that I had a friend who was chums with one of the lads in the opening band (Breathe) and he had scored these tickets and was all about flaunting the “backstage pass” angle. And wanted me to go with him. I did. I don’t remember a whole lot – beyond being baffled that the feelers had made it to playing Wellington’s largest indoor venue. And that it was atrocious – I left well before the end. I think I lasted 20 minutes or so actually.
A couple of years ago I was challenged to listen to all of the feelers albums and write about them. It was on a night that seemed to never end, in between dealing with a sick baby I scribbled out some words about New Zealand’s most loved and hated band. That’s a strange (unique) position the feelers have and hold.
More recently I reviewed James Reid’s solo album.