The Doug Fir’s reputation precedes itself as being an over-pretentious corporate commercial rock venue. I’m not impressed with the art outside because it is John Lennon’s face, with the logo of the venue’s hotel inside of his eyeballs. It’s like if I had put a painting of Tupac up and instead of “Thug Life” had an artist paint the word “McDonald’s” across his stomach. It struck me so harshly that I remembered it from the last time I was in town. When I entered the door and went downstairs I was actually surprised, the space came off as genuinely unique with its underground log cabin light up floor vibe.
Singer songwriter Death Songs from Idaho embellishes his darker Mason Jennings side while flirting with a Will Oldham-esque Bonnie Prince Billy look and sound. The crowd is delighted with his lyrics and sharp wit which is a rarity in a bumble gum novelty rock abyss.
Boone Howard who was supposed to play first, started out kind of like a movie caricature band. I was reminded of Blues Hammer in Ghost World. Man, I should quit watching so many movies. As the show rolled on, it was easy to tell they were aware, very talented and just generally likable. Anyways, there was a tried and true respect for the band from the crowd and they were almost not a cliche in a cliche kind of way.
Tiburones supergroup of sorts combines the brassy, folksy vocals of “Y La Bamba’s” Luz Elena Mendoza and Nick Delff’s stern, biting insight. Their well rounded sound that spelled out experience. The show came together effortlessly and I’d expect nothing but good things from everyone involved.