Like a psychedelic tableau straight out of an indie-pop lovers' fantasy the last concert of Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr.'s tour was quite the spectacle. Not having been an avid listener of their music, as I wandered into the almost too familiar second floor of Webster Hall, I wasn't all that sure of what to expect. The collection of concert goers was a pretty eclectic mix scattered around the floor of the venue double fisting Blue Moons. The unexpected, laid back atmosphere made me antsy as I attempted to juggle my camera and beer while still trying to appear intriguingly aloof. I relaxed and settled into the familiar comfort of my bitchy resting face as the opener Chad Valley shuffled onstage with the vivacious Pamela Martinez and the lights twinkled in every direction; my attention was immediately pulled from my shameless daydreaming to the shards of colored lights dancing on the surface of Martinez' sequin dress. The satisfying croon of Valley's voice spread out across the expanse as the palpable change in energy moved what had become a considerably larger crowd to their feet with a magnetic pull.
Before I knew it an hour of effortless foot tapping and saucy hip-swaying had passed and as the stage went black, what appeared to be a huge crystal ball situated upstage began to make a fiery, chromatic journey through every color of the rainbow. The lights dimmed further, and for the first time I noticed the massive "JR" and "JR" or either side of the color changing globe. In a span of two, slow blinks, frontmen Daniel Zott and Joshua Epstein were on stage delivering "If You Didn't See Me (Then You Weren't On The Dance Floor)" like it was the very last time they'd do so. Even as Josh bounced across the stage and subsequently dove into the audience and onto my head...I felt no pain, just the electric buzz of satisfaction as he danced and sang among his disciples.
I tanked beer number two amidst a steady flurry of song and dance, and the musical highlight of the evening came in the form of an earnest and revamped cover of the prolific "What's Up" by 4 Non Blondes. And just like a shiny silver bow, they closed the show with their expertly crafted cover of Gil Scott-Heron's "We Almost Lost Detroit" as an homage to the rough city where in they were born and bred and as a waterfall of bubbles fell from the ceiling like buoyant rain the stage went dark.
Watch Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr. perform songs off The Speed Of Things on our very own rooftop in a charming acoustic session.