I decided to try something new with this site by  having two people review the same show. So we have Christine’s review here and if you continue reading you will enjoy Yvonne’s fantastic review AND photos.

 [more after the jump]

There’s nothing like a Kate Nash pick-me-up after you’ve been reamed out for the hundredth time by a “friend” who thinks her wedding is the center of the universe. Newsflash: neither me, nor Kate Nash cares about your stinking wedding.

My sister treated me to Kate as a birthday gift, and we got to the show about halfway though a fun and educational set by the Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players. They managed to capture my Kindergarten-length attention expertly. I know they’ve been a staple around New York for years, but this is the first chance I’ve gotten to see them, and it was quite a treat that they turned out to be more than a gimmick.

After they finished up, Webster Hall filled with the cooing of The Shirelles and The Ronettes, and out came Miss Nash and her band. Sat beneath the glow of a bright pink neon sign bearing her name Kate and her mates barreled through new arrangements of her infectious hits “Pumpkin Soup” and “Skeleton Song.”  The multi-instrumentalist to her left (our right) was unbelievable! He was all over the guitar, bass and drums, and to top it off he looked about twelve! Everyone else on stage looked to him for cues, and he gets my gold ribbon for the night.

I can confirm Kate is as cute and sweet as she seems in magazines; enviable bouncy ginger hair and smiles all around. My sister and I could not agree on whether her outfit (black and white striped top tucked into what appeared to be high-waisted culottes) was one piece or two. I swear I saw a zipper from bum to neck, but my sister disagrees.

She may have been a bit nervous, but an eager Kate lover shouted out, “Don’t Be Nervous! New York City fucking loves you!” With that, she got a bit more comfortable and took us through some slower songs including the gorgeous “Nicest Thing.” Halfway through that number, I looked up to the balcony and spotted one, Cribs singer, Ryan Jarman. “RYAN JARMAN!!!!” I screamed to my sister.

 

My love for The Cribs is only superceded by my love of cookies, though it’s a very close second place. How much do I love the Jarman brothers? Enough to beg the aforementioned sister to drive me to Philadelphia and back in one night when I couldn’t get tickets to their show in Williamsburg.

Anyway, Ryan’s a stoic man in general, but he cracked a few smiles and applauded his other half for her excellent show. At some point, Ryan disappeared from the balcony and was replaced by Samantha Ronson, so my attention went back to the stage.

We were treated to some fun stories throughout the night, my favorite being about a posh party she found herself attending. Kate said everyone was walking around going, “I’m so skinny and uhhhh-maaaaazing.” But Kate got bored and pulled the fire alarm and ran away. That party inspired a new gritty, super fast, Cramps/Slits inspired piece of gold with the lyrics, “you don’t have to suck dick to succeed.”

Other than her super fun stories cleverly disguised as songs, I think Kate’s so appealing because she seems like she could be your best friend. I know if I told her all about the selfish brat that totally ruined my day because she thinks she’s the only person who has ever gotten married in the entire world and everyone should bow down to her at every moment, Kate would totally get it. I bet she’d write a song about it to cheer me up.

New York City does fucking love you Kate!

Tags: kate nash, Webster Hall, yvonne penzakov

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