Last week in New York, the Arcade Fire played what had to have been the hardest show of the year to get into. If you weren't David Cross or a member of the Strokes, you pretty much weren't getting a ticket, and the selection of passes for the unwashed masses sold out in about a quarter of a second, despite the show's five-night run. (More tour dates are available here; if I had my druthers, I'd see them in Copenhagen with Electrelane.)
What was the big deal about this show? Aside from the Arcade Fire's generally-agreed-upon rulingness, the shows took place in a renovated church, which would probably have the perfect acoustics, given the band's haunting, reverby sound.
Somehow, two of my friends secured tickets to the show (one works for a fairly big indie label), one of whom shot a few pictures to give those of us who aren't David Cross, a Stroke, or the creative director for an indie label an idea of what the show was like. (All photos are by Jasmine Jopling.)
Once your appetite is whetted, there are a bunch of videos of the show up on YouTube as well.
