Yesterday, I went to see Courtney Barnett.
It was in Paris, at la Boule Noire (8 minute walk from the Machine du Moulin Rouge in Montmartre; halfway there's the Trianon, another venue, where I saw BRMC last year).
It's a small place, the concert wasn't sold out, I got there early and enjoyed the show, front row.
The opening act were a cool Parisian band I did not know, called Agua Roja; no swashbuckling effects, a keyboard guy, a bass player, both being shy, a female singer, slightly less shy, a drummer, and a young guitar player who was quite good. I liked their 6 songs. Made me think of a Columbus, OH band on a small label noone's heard of, so...
Barnett and her 2 musicians had a lot of fun. The guys smiled a lot all through the concert, along with the miss.
Let me be honest: she's occasionnally off-key on a couple of syllables during songs; and the cutest ones on record (Scotty Says, Avant-Gardener) could have been reworked for the rhythm section's too bouncy to pretend it's not. All right. A short set, because she's only had two EPs out. A broken guitar string, well written lyrics, people getting along well, it's been a very good night.
Plus I ended watching the end of France-Norway, the football game, in an Irish-owned café; I got in to see the last 2 goals.
No more shows before August.