Posted by flotz on Monday, December 13, 2010 | Live Review

Did bear witness to Badly Drawn Boy. The squib on the bill at The Triple Door dubbed him a “narcoleptic slacker.”  He exceeded expectations.  Don’t know if he was having a really off night or if his standard performance schtick is filled with self-deprecation, aborted songs, and overall bitterness. The whole experience set the bar for a folk show train wreck.  Some direct quotes – not makin this up – swear!




  • “This song is from a b side. It’s shit.  All b sides are shit. Simple equation.”
  • “Bear with me guys. I’m just trying to make it through the show.”
  • “What time is it?”
  • “Tonight is a disaster.  Maybe I should just quit and leave now.”
  • “Someone get me a jack and coke!”
  • “Maybe it’s cause I’m so excited to be in Seattle I shot my wad before I got on stage.”
  • “Don’t you know the rulebook for the audience? If you want me to keep playing that song you have to clap more.”
  • “What time is it again?”
  • “Basically I don’t want to be here.”
  • “I hate these songs.”
  • “Sorry about that song. It was a bit long and boring. A pile of rubbish really.”
  • “Hey, you guys up front – are those the cheap seats because you are so close to me?”
  • “The pain is almost over.”
  • “I was really bored with that last solo. Don’t know about you.”
  • “What time is it?”