Yesterday morning I was greeted with some of the best news I'd received in a long time. Cake was going to play a secret show at the Blue Lamp that night. I've become aware of two other secret Cake shows since living in Sacramento, the first I found out about the day after, the second we arrived too late and listened to the band from the street.
The venue fills up quickly so this time I didn't risk it. I rode over to the venue around 6:00 and saw the band getting their picture taken under the over-pass. By the time I arrived the line was already 15 people deep.
Luke showed up a little after 7:30 and the doors opened at 7:45, band took the stage exactly at 9:00.
So far the night's going great, amazing really.
We joke about Cake being the reason we moved to Sacramento. Cake is one of my top favorite bands, or at least was one of my top favorite bands.
The show opened with "Walk On By," an oldie and a goodie. I imagined him walking down the streets of Sacramento, passing his ex's house maybe in Midtown or Land Park, I don't know he didn't say. Then they played "Friend is a Four Letter Word," and I love that song, but found myself wishing they would play some happier songs. "Wheels" was the next song, excellent, really fun, we danced and sang along, feeling so happy.
They played some more sort-of obscure songs (no real hits, like "The Distance," "Short Skirt Long Jacket," or even "Building a Religion"). This, I have no problem with, it was a really intimate, true-fans only kind of a show. They did play "Rock'n Roll Lifestyle" but only after lecturing the crowd about stealing music and complaining about how he makes less than a dentist. I, for one, was offended that he would assume we all stole his music and haven't already pre-ordered the new album (which I did).
They took a break and when they came back they played songs off the new album. Again, fine, but it was his attitude.
He treated the crowd like unruly junior-high school kids who he had to educate about the economics of the music industry and how much garbage each one of us makes in a day. He accused us of not caring about the disappearing salmon because we're "cow" people. He said since we only paid $10 for the show they were going to play whatever they wanted and they didn't need song suggestions.
So by the end of the set I was over it. My feet were killing me from standing for five hours and I felt like he didn't even care about how much I loved their music or what I went through to make sure I could be there.
There was a strict no photography rule in the venue, so I didn't get any pictures of the show. However, I did get some memories and used my memories to draw and paint this picture of John McCrea.
Here's a blogger I found who felt the same way about John's stage presence when he played in Philadelphia, so it's not just because it was a home show.