Carly Rae Jepsen came to fame because she placed third on the fifth season of Canadian Idol. “Call Me Maybe” debuted on the Canadian charts on October 22, 2011. It reached number one on the Canadian charts on February 11, 2012, a full month before it even debuted in the U.S. and over four months before it reached number one on U.S. charts. Growing up in Detroit suburbs listening to Canadian radio stations (and being an insane American Idol — and, thus, all other Idols — fan), I was jaded on the song long before my tween counterparts went crazy over it. By the time they found it, I had been listening to it for almost a year.
This feeling of been-there-done-that is much how I entered the Marshall Law Band (MLB) show at the Museum of Flight this past weekend. But it isn’t how I left.
Full disclosure: I’m tight with this band. I wrote a full-page review/biography of their latest album that appears both on their website and on Dan’s Tunes. I’ve done marketing sessions for them in their home. On Halloween last year I found them playing live on their repurposed parade float, the S.S. Jellybean, and rode with them while they drove around town writing new songs like the upcoming single “It’s Gonna Get Better.” I’ve seen them play countless times (including the Friday before the show), and I went into this concert thinking, “Alright, it’s time to see MLB again. I’ll mouth all the lyrics, and it’ll be fun.” I was expecting to be entertained. But I wasn’t expecting to be entertained.
Honestly, shame on me. I should have known, after all the times I’ve seen them, that Marshall Law Band never stops adapting and certainly never stops short of putting on a show.
When MLB entered the stage, the audience was sitting softly in their chairs, not quite warmed up from the somewhat out-of-time drums of Tres Leches’s set. A punk outfit with frontwoman Alaia D’Alessandro and drummer/bassist Ulises Mariscal as its core members, Tres Leches normally puts on a captivating show as band members rotate instruments and stage positions throughout their sets. D’Alessandro gave an energizing performance and Mariscal was all heart, but the band seemed to struggle to get into the flow with their new lineup. Beautiful Freaks’s James Bonaci and Meg Hall joined the crew at the band’s first live show in a year. But, never deterred, MLB took up the challenge to get the audience to *ahem* take flight.
The band walked to the stage, full of force, decked out in a wardrobe styled by fellow Seattle musician Timoteo Cordero. Frontman Marshall Hugh started the night in a tan jacket (sans shirt) and low-rise, patched jeans (late-set, he changed into an all-white, three-piece motorcycle suit). Drummer Matt McAlman wore a fedora and a jacket that looked like gold leaf (also sans shirt). The rest of the band — six other dudes crammed onto an approximately ten-by-five-foot stage — appeared in a smattering of material, from glitter shirts to smart suits. Nobody matched, but the confidence the clothes gave them was palpable. It was clear they were ready to put on a show.
Hugh, a magnetic frontman unafraid to spew confident big-rapper energy, ran about on stage (as much as he had room for), dropped to the floor out of breath from his performance, then jumped off the stage and danced in front of the audience until the crowd got hyped. McAlman, hidden quite literally in the shadows behind his seven bandmates, somehow commanded the stage just as much as Hugh, keeping impeccable time while playing on a bum leg (he gets surgery mid-June). Led by the insatiably positive Hugh and McAlman, MLB — which also includes guitarist Josh Richins, saxophonist Marty Thordarson, bassist Evan Robertson, and keyboardist Mercy Lewis, as well as special guests J Moe Da Bird and Taane Jr. — refused to take apathy for an answer.
At the end of the set, the band got an immediate and honest standing ovation, after which Hugh came back on stage and said, “We got the okay to do more if y’all stand up and dance with us.” Not only did the audience dance, but when Hugh told everyone to get low, literally everyone — including several people I talked to after the show with bad knees — did.
Now, this band can get cocky. For the past year, they’ve been talking about how they’re nominated for a Pulitzer for 12th & Pine, and while, IMO, that album does deserve a Pulitzer, they submitted their own application (sorry, guys). But it’s that kind of cockiness that gives them the ability to give their all night after night, no matter how many times the audience has seen them. (Jonathan Evergreen, the president of concert organizer Safe & Sound, told me they sold a significant number of tickets by handing out flyers at an MLB show in Fremont the night before the Museum of Flight concert. So, many concert goers had quite literally just seen the band less than 24 hours prior.)
I have to stop talking about this band now, so I’ll end with a few main points about the show that deserve mention: There was alcohol, but, ironically, the beneficiary of this show was Enid’s House, a nonprofit named after the founder’s grandma that houses recovering alcoholics. Safe & Sound is also working on booking other shows at new venues.
And, okay, one more thing: We’ll find out whether MLB gets the Pulitzer on June 11.
All photos by Danny Ngan.
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