Who Saw Clap Your Hands?

As I drove to the airport on Wednesday night, I saw the huge crowd outside the Casbah, complete with tons of 94.9 banners and signs, ready for the Clap Your Hands Say Yeah show. I had thought it would have been a good story to go down there and talk to people hoping to sell the tickets for sky high prices, but it was not to be. Just as a side note, scalped tickets are insanely more expensive in New York than here. 15 dollar Clap Your Hands tickets going for 60 dollars seems like a bargain compared to the 200 dollars that Arctic Monkeys tickets were going for in New York this weekend.
I found one blog entry over at Woefully Underprepared for the Apocalypse with his own thoughts about the show. Anyone else take it in and agree? Think differently?
BTW, the song about "Satan" that the above review mentions can be downloaded, along with a few more high quality live cuts of new songs over at Muzzle of Bees. You can also listen to a live performance and interview at 94.9. The guys sound pretty tired of answering questios about their rise to success without the aid of major label support, etc. I imagine in the future, this will not be a unique set of circumstances that bands have to talk about, even though every article you read about CYHSY and the Arctic Monkey's mentions how big a role
A. The internet
B. Blogs
C. MP3s
D. Not the major labels
played in helping them achieve their success. In this respect, Clap Your Hands have been saddled with the role of the older brother, who has to break ground with his parents for later curfews, car privleges, road trips with friends, and also answer the same questions about where he's going to college, what he's doing after college, over and over again. But by the time their younger brother gets old enough to want to do the same things, the parents are used to their kids growing up in this fashion and none of these things are even a big deal anymore. The trade off is that the younger brother will have to make a name for himself based on, (heavens), his music alone.





