October 19, 2006

I’ve never been terribly upset about missing an opening act. That is, until I walked into the Theatre at Madison Square Garden last night for Beck’s set and heard the bad news. Apparently a nice young man named Spank Rock played his now-classic hit “Shake It ‘Til My Dick Turns Racist.” That could’ve been my new anthem, and I missed it. Oh well, best not think too deeply on this one.

But Beck’s 90-minute masterful performance more than made up for my foolish decision to skip the poetic appetizer, and the hipster doofus proved beyond all doubt that he’s worth every penny of the questionably inflated $60 ducat. Not only did he intertwine an impressive and eclectic mix of songs from his old albums with solid tunes off the new one, Beck put on a show in every sense of the word…

Giving new meaning to the “I went to a boxing match and a Wilco show broke out” cliché, frontman Jeff Tweedy took a well-deserved swing at some poor schmuck that