Where It's At—It was one of those life-affirming, “you had to be there” moments. All the planets aligned neatly into concentric rows, international superstar Beck and his boys put on a clever, enormously entertaining spectacle at the Kiva, then donned wigs and sunglasses, jogged over to the Launchpad, and played an impromptu set for locals SuperGiant's CD release show (See last week's “Show Up!,” June 22–28). They jammed for a full hour through a backline of SuperGiant's own amps and drum set. This time, the show was loose and candid. It was a damn near perfect foil to their slick Convention Center production. (We were actually close enough to see Beck's rosacea-tinted cheeks, the only splotch of color on a nearly translucent man.) White buffalo that he is, Beck closed his set with an offering of, “Thanks to SuperGiant for letting us play.” Can you imagine?
We couldn't. We were floored. The drop-jawed audience was a mixed bag of Kiva concert attendees, people who couldn't afford the $50 Kiva tickets in the first place, local music patrons out in support of SuperGiant, lowlifes, barflies and anyone else who happened to wander in off the street. (I happened to qualify in all six instances). And we payed a pittance, just $5, for the privilege. This is why I love this city.