The LC Concert Review: Jenny Lewis/Deer Tick

There's a certain kind of white-trash sorostitute who shows up at concerts by the new breed of literate-redneck rockers like Drive-by Truckers and Deer Tick. These girls may not necessarily distinguish between Deer Tick and, let's say, Kid Rock, but they sure do like to get hammered on Jaeger! During Deer Tick's opening set last night, the young lead singer requested assistance from someone who knew the chorus and wouldn't mind coming up for a singalong of Mellencamp's "The Authority Song," and a young lady named Katie was quick to volunteer. Now, readers, it soon became apparent that Katie must have had the song confused with something else (probably Dave Matthews), for she did not know a single word of it. But what she lacked in lyrical proficiency, she more than made up for in dancing skills. Prior to last night, the boys believed that all sorostitutes possessed an innate sense of rhythm ("They certainly do in the bedroom, if you catch my meaning"--Chip), but this girl's moves were more akin to "a full body dry heave set to music" (Costanza). She ended her stint on stage by performing a handstand, kissing each band member, and heading toward the back of the room to puke on the bathroom stairs ("I bet her father is very proud of her"--Chip).

But my horny readers are mostly interested in the night's main event: Ms. Jenny Lewis. As you know, Jenny is one of the holy trinity of sexy indie hipster chicks (Neko, Zooey, Jenny) and she fulfilled her role last night with an energetic performance and flowers in her hair like the world's hippest hippie chick. Perhaps Richard's boner kept him from getting a great photograph, somehow, but we'll leave you with this picture of Jenny harmonizing with fellow musicians Barbara and Danielle (click to enlarge, peruse, print, and keep under your mattress).






The LC gives this concert four expensive Bud Lights out of four (since it was held at the fucking Granada).