"Previously On Lost" Live – Part 3: Sonically Found

Previously On Lost is a band that re-caps each episode of Lost. They had a show Sunday, June 1st at The Knitting Factory in Manhattan. The following is the third and final chapter of my adventure to see them live, where I discuss the actual show. To read about what happened prior to the show read Part One and Part Two.

These guys are amazingly talented; incredibly inventive. They create original songs evoking a wide range of genres and incredibly detailed and provocatively subtle overtones of meaning in every word of the lyrics. I was overwhelmed while writing this. Repeatedly returning to their album and listening to some of the songs I missed at the live show reinforced how truly amazing this stuff was. I am not exaggerating. Familiarity with the intricacies of Lost’s dialogue and plot enhances the experience with this music 10-fold, you can appreciate the lyrics much more if you’ve seen the show. But even people who have never seen Lost could easily be drawn into the music that Previously On Lost has created.

And now, the final chapter from my evening with Previously On Lost, live, at The Knitting Factory on June 1st.

9:10pm – Nicotine buzz now vanished, PBR buzz kicking in; elated that the show was beginning to start. As I entered the venue hall I was handed a lei, which I draped around my neck. That, the PBR, the stage decorations and the no re-entry policy really created the atmosphere of being somewhere else.

Some overall impressions about the performance; there was a lot going on musically here. Many Lost parody bands use other songs much in the way that Weird Al Yankovic does, but not these guys. They take an episode, apply a genre (or “sound”), write the lyrics, which are incredibly funny, ESPECIALLY live, and then put it all together to make an original song. These songs are free of direct imitation of specific artists (or at least as far as I could tell). When you listen to these guys you don’t sit there and think “Oh, they are parodying that song.” Instead it’s clear that each piece is Previously On Lost’s pure creation, not just their lyrics. If you missed it in Part Two, here’s how the concert kicked off:

We’re Goin’ Home!Yeah, yeah, yeah! We’re goin’ home! The song re-capping The Beginning Of The End proclaims. A very upbeat start to things, for an episode, that in retrospect, was pretty dark as far as Lost is concerned. This song began the comedic trend of the evening, while having ominous tones of the dark aspects of the episode. We are the Oceanic Six, We are the Oceanic Six was a repetitive and brilliant end to the song and opening of the concert (considering they wrote the song before having seen the entire season), as the experiences of the Oceanic Six ended up being a major theme throughout Season 4.

Adam and Jeff take time between each song to talk to the audience. I wish I had gotten more of these interactions on video, because it would make it clear how funny these guys were in person, as opposed to just on record. Adam began talking about the next song, and who it centered on, without naming him. Of course, I knew the episode was The Economist and was Sayid-centric, Sayid being my favorite character on Lost. Without hesitation I yelled out “Sayid!” “Who was that?” Adam said. “SAYID!” I repeated. “Ah Sayid. Did anyone else know that?” Adam asked the audience. No one raised a hand or shouted back. “No? Ah okay, so just that guy.” I was representing for Sayid. And the rest of the audience was just too weak to go along with it. So began….

The Ballad Of Sayid Jarrah – One of my favorite songs of the evening. A group of back up singers joined Jeff and Adam on stage for this one. Here’s a sample from the song, when they describe Sayid’s double-crossed relationship with Elsa, who is working for The Economist:

Wherever Sun Go – Another favorite of mine. If you’re reading upside down books, you’re fishing without karma on your hooks. Genius. The variety of motifs these guys used in this song worked really well. As the lyrics are hitting you, and these guys are up there singing them, with a full band, you can’t help but laugh and be in awe all at once. The humor definitely radiated into the audience. Everyone seeemed to be having just as much fun as I was, I can only hope that other Lost fans present were also soaking up the wonderful subtleties of the lyrics that are amalgamated with the truly beautiful sounds of the music. For example:

About 1/2 way into Season 4 (and the show) I decided I’d test the re-entry rule for a cigarette. This is when my Lost-cross of the evening took place.

“You mind if I have a smoke?” I asked the irritable security guard, who seemed to be busy fending of more Punkies. He looked at me, then looked around for a second, and motioned me over to the red rope on the sidewalk.

“Stand behind the red rope.”

“Thanks buddy.” I tell people they are my buddy whenever I have doubts about their character.

I was not alone in the journey to smoke. Another young man, without the piercings and tatoos, joined me behind the red rope.

“So, what do you think of the show?” He asked.

“It’s great, I’m a big fan of Lost, these guys really know what they’re talking about” I said. We got talking and schooling came up fairly quickly. I found out what college he went to and mentioned that I knew a bunch of people that went there. I spouted off some names and one lit his eyebrow.

“You know her?” He said.

“Yeah, I dated her when I was like 14.”

“Really?” He didn’t seem too proud of me. “She was my P.C.” I had no idea what a P.C. was.

“P.C.?” I asked.

“Yeah, was she really controlling?” He continued, oblivious to the fact that I didn’t understand what “P.C.” meant.

“I suppose she was….” Wow. So this guy knew her. My Lost evening had become that much more complete with its own Lost-cross. I might say “only in New York”… but clearly this was an “only on The Island” sort of moment. We went back inside.

Smoking had cost me. I ended up missing Michael’s return, Ben’s trip to the future and Jack’s introduction to a fiendishly self-destructive lifestyle. Within seconds it became clear that we had reached Cabin Fever, or, Move It! as Previously On Lost calls their re-cap of that episode. Excellent. While I had missed a good deal, I was just in time for the episodes There’s No Place Like Home, There’s No Place Like Home and There’s No Place Like Home.

BFF (Best Found Friends)BFF was another one of my favorites for the evening. It starts off picking up where the first song of the evening ended… We are the Oceanic Six, We are the Oceanic Six… that really brought things full circle for me. It definitley was feeling like a completely sonic Season 4 experience.

Towards the end of BFF I noticed some girls walking around the audience handing out cake. Or, should I say, “surprise birthday cake”. I didn’t get a piece, but I would have only settled for the last piece, if given the opportunity, because, you know, those are the best.

Minutes later began the final song, All My Friends Go Back, a Lost meets Amazing Grace gospel rendition. They had a lot of fun with this one, as did I.

At that point Jeff and Adam made it clear that we were going back to the island (like The Oceanic 6 need to do, pay attention) and going back to the island, in this case meant, well, you just have to watch:

With that the show had come to a close, a truly bittersweet moment. I had really enjoyed myself. I got a chance to meet the band and get a copy of their album, and with that I took off my lei, put my CD in my pocket and headed for the A Train.

An hour later I was back uptown.

Uh-oh. Shuttle bus time.

I decided instead of cramming onto the bus I would just walk home, who knows, maybe I’d find more money on the street (I didn’t). When I got home I took a picture of my tangible memories of a truly wonderful evening.

I leave you with this folks, a piece of a song that I missed on my smoke break, but later came to love when listening to their album:

Previously On Lost is a band that re-caps each episode of Lost. “The Tale Of Season 4 And The Oceanic Six” is available now for $7, a true bargain, so make sure to pick it up. To check out Previously On Lost online, visit their MySpace page. Also make sure to read Part One of this story, where I chronicle my discovery of $21 on the sidewalk, and Part Two, where I end up spending it all.

"Previously On Lost" Live – Part 2: Preludes To Rescue
posted 9 years, 7 months ago. by Audibly Lost to Arts and Crafts, Live Shows, Lost, Music, New York, Previously On Lost, Season 4

UPDATE: Part Three is now up.

To read Part One of this story click here.

8:10pm – On line. Those of us waiting to see Previously On Lost stood out among the group on the sidewalk. The Knitting Factory is very much a part of the punk scene now, attracting fashionably (or unfashionably?) punk people. At the front of the line there was commotion between a security guard and a young man adorned with a mohawk, piercings and other distinguishable body art.

“…this is really stupid!” yelled Mohawk.

“The sign is right there,” said the guard firmly as he pointed to a printout taped on the door. “No re-entry! You can’t keeping coming in and out. If you’re gonna wait outside get behind the red rope.”

No re-entry? It seemed the club was to become my island for the evening, with the draw bridges raised. I decided I better heed the warning and smoke a cigarette. In Bloomberg’s New York it could be hours before I would get another chance. I got behind the red rope.

Mohawk guy wasn’t happy. The security guard didn’t seem to be having a good day either. He shouted across the line.

“Everyone get your IDs out and open up your bags!”

Once I was back on line I showed him my ID, and moments later had a wrist band, necessary, if I was planning on buying any drinks, which I was. Once inside I walked over to the ticket booth and bought myself a ticket for the show, which had yet to start, despite the 8:00 show time. [-$10]

The ticket-lady pointed me to the show, and then pointed me to the bar, where I would need to wait until the doors opened. No problem. I bought a Corona, which set me back more than I was hoping it would. I made a mental note to avoid imports for my next round. [-$7]

Drink in hand, I felt it was as good a time as any to start socializing. I approached two ladies.

“Hey, so I guess you guys are fans of Lost?”

“She’s the fan, not me.” The shorter one said.

“Ah, and how’d you hear about the show?” I asked the taller one. Looking back, I guess I was hoping she would answer that she found this awesome blog, Audibly Lost and after she read about the show she knew she had to come. The reality was dreary, however.

The New York Times, you?”

Audibly Lost. It’s this blog I ran across. Really cool. You should check it out. AudiblyLost.com. That’s A-U-D-I-B-L-Y, Lost, Dot Com.” Shameless, I know.

The short one asked me for the time. 8:30. Everyone was getting impatient for the show to start. Five minutes later we found ourselves in a river of bodies flooding into the venue, I lost the two girls in the shuffle, which I didn’t really care about at that point. My Corona was dry so I wanted to re-fuel before things got under way. One Pabst later [-$3] I was in the crowd and staring at the stage. [Note: This marks the demise of the $21.]

The stage was decked out with palm trees and a belly dancer (not real, though a real doll) holding a microphone. I recalled Hurley’s birthday party. After more than 25 minutes or so of waiting, activity! The show was threatening to begin. Band members took the stage; the crowd started cheering; instruments were tuned. And then, from the back of the crowd, “Oceanic 815” (bearing a resemblance to the Space Shuttle) crash landed on stage. The lead singers, Jeff and Adam, emerged just in time to stomp and tear the cardboard aircraft to pieces, beginning the show.

I was amped. What followed was more than an hour of bliss for any Lost fan.

Stay tuned for a re-cap of the re-cap band’s set. I know I promissed two parts. But the music itself deserves its own post, free of my awkward conversations and ramblings about free money. Stay tuned.

To check out Previously On Lost online, visit their MySpace page. Keep an eye out for Part Three of this story in which I actually talk about the music and performance of Previously On Lost last Sunday (June 1st) at The Knitting Factory. To read Part One of this story click here.

UPDATE: Part Three is now up.

"Previously On Lost" Live – Part 1: Money Train
posted 9 years, 7 months ago. by Audibly Lost to Live Shows, Lost, Lost Music, New York, Previously On Lost, Season 4, Subway

UPDATE: Part Two is up. Read it here.

Previously On Lost is a band that re-caps each episode of Lost. They had a show Sunday, June 1st at The Knitting Factory in Manhattan. The following is the story of how I got to the show. Parts Two and Three are about the show itself.

7:10pm – So began my lonely walk to the subway station.

I was in this one for the long haul. Add to that, the A train was not running due to repairs. I weighed taking the temporary replacement shuttle bus with simply walking to the nearest in-service station and opted with the latter.

Two blocks later the shuttle bus came roaring past me with its bright yellow “SHUTTLE BUS – A TRAIN” lights mocking my decision to walk. I was not happy. However, my luck soon changed.

That’s right folks. $21. On the ground, right in front of me.

Yes. No joke. $21, found on the sidewalk. [+$21]

As I entered the train station there was a guy begging for spare change. When I saw him, I rolled my eyes, I knew I couldn’t just pass him knowing that, in addition to finding a twently dollar bill, the heavens had also thrown in a single. So I gave him the dollar and kept the twenty for myself.

I managed to feel both proud of the decision, and guilty all at once. Proud, for the $1 donation. Guilty, because I considered taking a picture of him not getting the other $20 with my $300 camera for this blog post….

…And maybe he needed the $20 more than I did. [-$1]

I had a full MetroCard, so I wasn’t forced to use street money to get on the subway, however, moments after I swiped my card I was greeted by an evil-foreshadowing-poster of my return voyage.

I hopped on the elevator as two other public transport riders followed me in. They were chatting away about something I attempted to eavesdrop on, but was completely unable to. They didn’t even notice me taking pictures as we descended to the IRT.

Moments later the train was coming. With 45 minutes to spare so I was well on my way without spending any more of my new found $21, now down to $20.

An (iPod) album later I found myself in Tribeca, making my way towards The Knitting Factory, and what would be an evening that neither I, nor the caching algorithms of Google, would ever forget.

Stay tuned for the second and third parts of this story. With them comes the demise of the $21 (now $20) and the real meat, a review of Previously On Lost’s show that was performed June 1st at The Knitting Factory. Consider this post the teaser.

For more info about Previously On Lost visit their MySpace page.

UPDATE: Part Two is up. Read it here.

UPDATE: Part Three is now up.

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