Feist at the Hammerstone 05.01.2008

Really, it is the Hammerstein Ballroom but for some reason Leslie Feist repeatedly called out to the audience at the “Hammerstone” again and again last night. This past Tuesday and Wednesday, Feist filled the NYC venue to capacity, bringing together a very eclectic crowd of downtowners and American Idol fans. Not what I expected at first, but I guess it makes sense after all: Feist blew up the f* up last year and rallied together a massive following with her soft lullabies of passion and poetry. Yes, it is a proven fact (I’ve read it somewhere), Feist is addictive. I’ve experienced it, you’ve experienced it; hell, my girl’s mom only owns one CD (The Reminder) which is on constant rotation in her car for months now.
That said, there are some downsides to this. One, the aforementioned (lolli)pop fans in attendance. Two, the constant bickering between friends trying to claim ultimate wisdom and ownership of the music after just a few licks of each new song: “My Moon My Man!, Yes!” “Whoa, Mushaboom!” “That’s my song!” “No wait, this is my song.” Third, even the dudes try to sing along. And I don’t mean muted, barely-moving-your-lips-on-your-way-home-from-work-on-the-subway singing-along.
