Review: K. Flay & Mother Mother @ Burton Cummings Theatre
I ended up at this show because my friend at Dining With Purpose went on and on for half an hour about how interesting K. Flay’s music is.
One ticket please.
Last week, I wondered if I made a mistake. My 5 year old began singing some of the lyrics to “Blood In The Cut” and my helicopter parent red flags went off. When I questioned her about it, she said it was a “Halloween song because she sings about blood and witches”. I’m not sure where she got that from, but yay for 5 year old innocence. I’m going to keep that innocence as long as I can; therefore, we’re no longer playing that song in my house.
HOWEVER, I am an adult and in true “do as I say, not as I do” fashion, I went to the show.
As I sat in the second balcony watching K. Flay and her band perform the first song, a strange thought came over me. I began to contemplate the creation of music and the passage of time.
When I was much younger, popular music was made for me. I grew up on Grunge and Eddie Vedder and (to a lesser extent) Kurt Cobain sang to ME. They sang about my teenage angst and all the things I thought were important. Sure there was other music created before that time, but it was “old people music” and I didn’t have much to do with it. I was living in the now and at that time, music was created for and about ME.
As I watched K. Flay rap and thrash around on stage I realized she wasn’t singing to me. This music wasn’t made with my generation in mind. It’s popular, it’s happening now, and it’s not my music. When did that happen?
By the second tune, (“Can’t Sleep”), I snapped out of it.
By the third song, I started thinking differently. The tune had a very Nirvana-ish bass line and I connected to it. Those old familiar Grunge goose bumps rose on my legs and migrated up my body.
After each song, I consistently wrote “Goose bumps” followed by, “What is this girl doing?” She was rapping and singing, and at the same time, her music was crossing different genres. It was intense and gritty and I loved it. I loved it all. It was so interesting.
Maybe music is music and even if it’s not speaking directly to me…it still speaks. And as long as I can feel it, maybe it’ll always reach me. Fingers crossed, I guess we’ll see.
*If you’re a fan of Mother Mother, especially if you traveled 8 and ½ hours to see this show, stop reading now.*
Tonight, Mother Mother put on an energetic, sweaty, loud show at The Burt. The audience LOVED it…and it didn’t reach me at all. Maybe I didn’t get it, but more likely it just wasn’t for me. I kept trying to get into it, but it felt too Pop-y.
I perked up a bit during their cover of Motorhead’s “Ace Of Spades” but it turned into one of the most rigid covers of that song I’ve ever heard. The cover of Zeppelin’s “Dazed and Confused” wasn’t much better. Both of those bands are as raw and organic as you can get and Mother Mother feels like the exact opposite.
The songs in between didn’t really work for me either. However, I was definitely in the minority at The Burt. The crowd was screaming and yelling the entire time.
This music reached and spoke to that audience and that’s cool. We all have different tastes and there’s plenty of music in the world to satisfy everyone. K. Flay satisfied me.
When I got home, I sampled a few of K. Flay’s songs on iTunes. It’s not music I’d ordinarily listen to. It sounded fuller, harder and rawer backed by a drummer and bassist/guitarist at The Burt. So I probably won’t buy her music, but I REALLY enjoyed her live and I’d see her show again.
And maybe in 15 years, my Daughter can come with me. Heh. 😉
P.S. These pics (except for my crappy iPhone shot of K. Flay) were taken by the talented Dwayne Larson of It’s A Music Thing. Check out his page for more shots of tonight’s show!
TicketMOMster is a Rock and Jazz-loving Mom; single-handedly keeping Ticketmaster alive in Winnipeg. Follow her musical journey here: www.facebook.com/TicketMOMs