And now, on occassion of last night's Petty Party performance at the Comet, we will seriously consider the phenomenon of the cover band.
A cover band requires no judgement. You attend a Petty Party show because you love the Tom Petty songs you're gonna hear. Last night's crowd--comprising mohawked punks, leather-jacketed rockers, indie kids, beardo Ballardites, hippies, preppies, youngs, olds--was clearly a seasoned, show-going crowd. A music scene crowd. Not, in other words, your typical cover band crowd. And here they were, bros high-fiving, girls dancing, everyone yelling every word of "Runnin' Down a Dream," everyone swilling Budweiser and losing whatever critical inhibitions come with "checking out a band" that may or may not be OK to like.
Tom Petty is OK to like. This is pre-established; this is a relief. And Petty Party does Petty really well. The band is young enough to maintain cred, old enough to get the musical details right. And so instead of judging there was dancing, instead of skeptical hand-wringing there were knowing smiles of recognition. This reaction is unique to a band who's songs you've known for 20+ years.
When was the last time you saw a bona-fide hit performed by a really good band in a tiny venue? Like the lip-pierced longhair next to me said, "It's all hits!" ("I feel like I'm in a time warp," dude continued. "Like I should call my ex-girlfriend.") It's a thrill, no doubt, and a seriously good time.
But is it art? In yesterday's preview I suggested it's time to reconsider the artistic merit of the cover band. Over on SeattlePI.com, where the preview was reprinted, someone commented
It's paradoxical to claim artistic legitimacy as a cover band. It's about having a good time, dropping our precious artsier-than-thou attitudes (something this scene has in spades) and remember why rock music exists in the first place.
To which I respond: The Seattle Chamber Music Society will perform Franz Liszt's complete set of Transcendental Etudes this weekend. Seattle Art Museum recently featured the photography of Andy Warhol. The Seattle Shakespeare Company is currently performing director Henry Wironicz's interpretation of Shakespeare's Cymbaline. These artists, performances, and exhibitions all re-present art made long ago--facsimiles, copies of copies--yet we don't question their artistic value.
Does art require originality? Can art and fun coexist?
As writer Wallace Stegner put it, "We like what we know more than we know what we like." Or as I put it, "Originality is overrated."
Set list and more pics by Nate Watters after the jump.
Listen to Her Heart
Last Dance with Mary Jane
Won't Back Down
I Need to Know
You Got Lucky
Even the Losers
Gimme Some Sugar
Runnin' Down a Dream
The Hardest Part
Into the Great Wide Open