Concert Review: Third Eye Blind at Revolution, October 2

Categories: Concert Review
Photo by Rene Rigau
Third Eye Blind
Friday, October 2, 2009
Revolution, Fort Lauderdale

Better Than: Reading your BFF's diary. If you're of a mind to do such a thing.

The Review:

Third Eye Blind's Stephan Jenkins truly has no shame. Not that he has anything to be really shameful about, mind you; not that I know of, anyway. But the Oakland-born alt-crooner sure is qualm-free when it comes to baring his innermost thoughts and hopes and dreams, especially as they concern the women in his life. Then again, had I spent three years alongside Charlize Theron and then subsequently shacked up with Vanessa Carlton, I might be continually telling the whole world about it too.

Actually, I wouldn't be doing any such thing. See I'm from the school that believes diaries are meant for the person writing them and nobody else, unless perhaps they're unveiled posthumously, when no one is around to suffer their embarrassments. That's probably part of the reason why I wasn't an alterna-pop star in the '90s, and why scores of young women aren't gathering at my feet -- I just wasn't prepared to kiss and tell all.

Not so Jenkins, who seems pleasingly eager to turn each of his diary's entries into some kinda lullaby for the forlorn. Of course, he does do all this with some talent. And I suppose his sensitive boy act is not without some charm. Still I needn't hear all about how the tears fell on his pillow. And I suspect there are at least a million other men just like me.

Good thing for Jenkins though that there also are scads of chicks who still dig his schtick and are willing to come out and listen to it, even after all these years. In fact at Revolution Friday night, they assembled with enough mass to spell sell out.

It was crazy. It was kooky. And -- dare I say it? -- it was fun. For awhile anyway. I mean, you try standing in a roomful of singing women and not find some fun in it all. And those that showed for Jenkins and his merry band of mop tops sang along to every song as if each word was meant just for them.

First there were the semi-hits ("Graduate" and "Jumper" and "Never Let You Go"). And there was an intimate lull when a couch was brought on stage and the barefoot singer took to a stripped down drum kit while his bandmates reclined through a few slower songs ("Deep Inside of You"?, "Anything"?, "Why Can't You Be"?). Then the band got back to rock basics and inexplicably let loose with a drum solo. Why they did so is anybody's guess. But a band that's best known for penning radio-friendly pop has no business doing drum solos. Ever.

If you read my preview piece, you'd know that I thought "How's It Gonna Be" was one of the more interesting moments in Third Eye Blind history. And it was that song in particular that I'd come to hear. Unfortunately the more the band played the more they seemed to sound the same, and after awhile I started hearing strains of that track within nearly everything they did.

So, no, I didn't stick around for the obligatory encore of "Semi-Charmed Life" and "How's It Gonna Be." Nor did I get to hear a reported reprise of "Bonfire" (off '09's Ursa Major). But that doesn't mean I didn't get to hear those songs really. I just got to hear them differently.

Best thing about that night though is that I got to see a sentimental fool lead a thousand-plus strong choir into some smiling sing-a-long. And who the hell am I to doubt the vision of a sight like that?

Personal Bias:
I'm just as susceptible to sentiment as anyone.

Random Detail: Jenkins apparently travels with his own square of carpet so that he can traipse around barefoot as if he were at (your) home.

By the Way: Bree Davies at The Denver Post wasn't quite as forgiving as I was when Third Eye Blind blew through her town. 

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