I usually feel like I have to come up with the defining words about a show myself since, you know, I get paid to be there and all, but I really can't do any better than the simple statement made by my friend Ashley last night at Snow Patrol's Clubhouse show: "It's not that exciting, but it is pleasant."
And, indeed, it wasn't that exciting -- there certainly wasn't as much energy as you'd expect for a sold out show at a smallish venue, featuring a band that'll be on late night television later this week -- but the veteran Northern Irish/Scottish band did sound pretty good.
The Patrollers kicked things with a nice mix of older and newer songs, including "Chocolate" off Final Straw, the 2004 album that saved the band (who'd been around for a decade before that) from the fate of tens of thousands of bar bands that never make it and "Please Just Take These Photos From My Hands," from their October release A Hundred Million Suns.
Last Night: Snow Patrol at the Clubhouse in Tempe.
Better Than: Grey's Anatomy storylines which in any way rely upon the false premise that Sara Ramírez, Sandra Oh or Ellen Pompeo are attractive and/or sexually desirable.
Personal Bias: So long as the world has a Keane, I'm not sure Snow Patrol needs to exist.
Random Detail: We drove around behind the Clubhouse looking for parking and I was quite impressed with the shiny and new-looking Patrol's tour bus. Not too many Clubhouse acts are rolling a ride like that. Then again, not too many Clubhouse acts have sold 7 million records worldwide.
Further Listening: Hopes and Fears.
By the Way: My new iPhone is amazingly handy for in-show note taking. Why did I ever own that stupid BlackJack?
One More Thing: The show was free show to promote ShockHound.com, which offers of DRM-free mp3 downloads. All my shows are free, of course, but I think the crowd appreciated it.
Photos by Jonathan McNamara