The white blur playing drums in the middle goes by the name of Leslie Feist. The bright red smudge is New Buffalo (alias: Sally). On the other side is minor character Jason Collett, on guitar. Together they are the first of the two Danforth Music Hall Feist gigs. Sound totally unstoppable? Not quite: Too many sing-a-longs, an oppressive venue (no food or coffee sales, way expensive drinks and no ins-and-outs), and a tired Torontoist co-editor made for a bit of an uneven show.
After dozing during the Collett affair, we awoke very confused, briefly thinking perhaps we had somehow time-travelled to a mid-90’s Wallflowers show. (Yes dudes – “the same black line that was drawn on you, was drawn on me, Sixth Avenue heartache.”) What we are trying to say is that Mr Collett has never had the unconventionalness to keep our attention. Feist, however, is now a local superhero, showing up in her all-white suit and saving the night with her voice. She was on-point as usual, but we found it extra tiresome when she asked us to sing, clap or snap to every song. But how can we complain when SuperFeist and her side-kick in the shiny red suit (New Buff) play the same bill? During a “Major Label Debut” encore, she even protected one little indie dude from security (“Hey, security guy, let him come up to the front!”). Despite the off-and-on show, Feist earned her applause. And Danforth Music Hall is safe…for now.