Holy shit, you guys, it took me 25 years to see Superchunk live. They were AMAZING at Bumbershoot yesterday. WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING WITH MY LIFE?
On record, Superchunk can flirt with an array of genres—punk, pop, emo, rock—but live they're a powerhouse of energy, shunning some of the more varied dynamics of some of the songs to deliver 'em with pep and quickness. Even the "ballad" "Driveway to Driveway" was played with a pogo-able element.
And let's talk about Jon Wurster's drumming for a minute, okay? He's a machine. A happy drumming robot who appears to sing along with each beat as he hits the drums—mouthing "boom" or "bop" or whatever—and it is hypnotizing. Seeing as how Wurster also played with Bob Mould on Sunday, I would like to declare him Drum King of Bumbershoot 2013. Call me to claim your high-five prize, Mr. Wurster.
I apologize for not bothering to keep track of the setlist—I wanted to savor every moment. They played "I Hate Music," "Slack Motherfucker" (hearing hundreds of people shout "SLACK MOTHERFUCKER!" at the same time was a weekend highlight for sure), "Driveway to Driveway," and so many more. During "Digging for Something," Mac McCaughan and the band brought things down for a minute, just as everyone started to clap along, to tell stories about past Seattle summers. Like the dad that he is, he started to go off on tangents—our arms ached, not wanting to cease keeping the beat, as Mac talked about getting a brown Mudhoney 7" one summer, and touring in a van that caught on fire and having to finish out the tour in a rented Taurus, but it was okay because they made it to Seattle in time for Lame Fest. Just as the crowd was clearly unable to clap for another beat, they kicked back into the end of the song, and powered through a few more after that, even, to squeeze out every second of their allotted time slot.
Seeing as how they've been a band for over two decades, Superchunk doesn't have to try so hard—honestly, they could probably phone it in and the fans would still have a great time, but they do not do that. Despite the title of their new record, they fucking love music as much as everyone standing in front of them, and watching them yesterday was a fantastic reminder that loving music, being moved by music, isn't a thing that dies as we get older. Or, at least it doesn't have to. Thanks for that, Superchunk. <3