(illustration: Cassidy Miller)
In this recurring feature known as The Bay Abridged, our staff writers provide short, witty recaps on shows they attended around the Bay Area. A scene check, a heat check, and sometimes more — stop by every other Wednesday for the most comprehensive and concise recap of the Bay Area concert scene.
Bryan Ferry, LP at The Masonic (SF) Aug. 9.
Bryan Ferry and his ensemble came out like a steamroller. They leapt into a set that included deep cuts from the Roxy Music archive, dug into his extended solo career, and threw in several covers of classics. At the age of 70, he’s definitely still not “stopping the dance!” —Jon Bauer
Ezra Furman, Dick Stusso at Swedish American Hall (SF) Aug. 10.
EZRA FURMAN IS MOVING, EVERYONE. He didn’t say where, but last Wednesday night at the Swedish American, he casually mentioned that he is leaving the Bay Area. Soon. That was the major standout of this show for me.
And oh yeah, he sang some haunting melodies to an intimate crowd of enthusiastic fans, et cetera et cetera et cetera. And Dick Stusso ruled. But I just can’t help being so bummed out that Ezra’s moving. Take care. The Bay will miss you. —Jody Amable
Hot Flash Heat Wave, O, French Cassettes at The Independent (SF) Aug. 12
It was locals only at The Independent, with three solid sets by the young, up-and-coming bands that call San Francisco home. The French Cassettes played a tight, upbeat indie-pop set to a crowd of devoted fans who took in the feel-good music, danced and moved to it and then sent that energy back to the band in cheers and screams. The French Cassettes received the love with genuine humility and appreciation and played even harder the next song to treat us all. —Jon Ching
La Luz, Will Sprott, Dinners at The Ritz (SJ) Aug. 13.
I almost didn’t make it out to this one. I was exhausted all day, for no apparent reason. But the guilt of not practicing what I preach about supporting local scenes, not to mention having gone all the way to San Francisco for a show on Wednesday but suddenly wanting to skip out on one 10 minutes down the street, ate at me. So I eventually got my shit together, slapped on some lipstick, and went.
Let it never be said that San Jose doesn’t come out to shows: There was a line of people at the ticket window and a crowd of smokers taking their lasts drags outside the building when I arrived. A line! A short one, but a line nonetheless. Inside was a party: Dinners filled the place up early, and favorite son Will Sprott sang to an adoring crowd, even putting together a mini Mumlers reunion for the town where he got his start. La Luz inspired near-chaos on the dance floor, with people dancing hard and shouting their name. I’m not sure if that’s something that follows them everywhere they go, or if San Jose is just so starved for national, of-the-now indie acts that they were offloading all their pent-up love for live music onto La Luz. Either way, I want more of this in San Jose. —Jody Amable
And now, a breathless recap from Nik:
Hot damn, in the last week I caught Omni at the Makeout Room who blew me away with their jangly, bouncy post-punk, Bugg and CCTV at Oakland’s ABCO where I was very happy to see some of the Indiana scene live in person, Mall Walk, No Babies, and Shopping at Brick and Mortar and then Fish Breath, Spit Tips, and Lil Dowager in Oakland. The Bay is very lucky. — Nik Soelter