Scenes From Last Night's Kurt Vile Show at Trees.

Kurt Vile moves at his own speed, beholden to no one else's sense of time or place.

His guitar-playing fingers notwithstanding — they move at a rather remarkable pace, actually — Vile just kind of slinks about on stage, looking like the entire Freaks and Geeks cast rolled into one and as if he just accidentally wandered onto the stage.

And perhaps the lauded slacker-rock singer-songwriter du jour has earned at least that much. At 33 years old, Vile's had a hand in not one but two popular bubbling-under outfits of these times: There's his own, far more frequent solo efforts, which, performed live, find Vile flanked by his backing band The Violators; and there's the similarly Philadelphia-based The War on Drugs, of which Vile's no longer a member, although he did help kick-start that band into relevancy in the latter part of the last decade, too.

So, yes, the guy's earned his stripes — and, with them, the solid turnout that came to Trees last night to take in Vile's Monday-night offering alongside the also-deliberately-paced, throwback-styled and half-smile-inclined San Francisco-sprung Sonny and the Sunsets. That opening band's set was a well-received one on this night — the bill was as inspired a nonchalant pairing as nonchalant pairings can be, one presumes — but there's no question: This night belonged to Vile.

And, for 90 minutes last night, Vile merited all the adoration this crowd thrust his way, which was plentiful, to say the least. After each and every song Vile played — and he played songs from across his three most recent releases, although he certainly touched upon this year's Wakin on a Pretty Daze more frequently than the others — the crowd showered Vile with cheers.

Again, it was all to be expected: Vile, despite suffering from a cold, sounded great on this night, his three-piece backing band and his own deceptively fast guitar play sounding just incredibly lush on Trees' expansive P.A.

It was a strong set to say the least. The crowd sure felt that way.

And during his encore, Vile — not much of one for words, as even his often sing-speaky lyrics ride the farthest back end of his song's backbeats — seemed to reciprocate the sentiment. Mumbling into his microphone, it sure sounded like he was thanking the crowd.

One thing is for certain: He did shout out his local former tourmates in True Widow — he did so twice, actually, because the crowd couldn't quite make out his first one.

Regardless: It was the audience that should've been thankful on this night, not Vile.

And it was.


















All photos by Karlo X. Ramos.

4158_2

4158_3

4158_4

4158_5

4158_6

4158_7

4158_8

4158_9

4158_10

4158_11

4158_12

4158_13

4158_14

4158_15

4158_16

4158_17

4158_18

4158_19

4158_20

4158_21

4158_22

4158_23

4158_24

4158_25

4158_26

4158_27

4158_28

4158_29

4158_30

4158_31

4158_32

4158_33

4158_34

4158_35

4158_36

4158_37

4158_38

4158_39

4158_40

4158_41

4158_42

4158_43

4158_44

4158_45

4158_46

4158_47

4158_48

4158_49

4158_50

No more articles
X