By Rochelle Shipman //
Avey Tare //
Lodge Room – Los Angeles
May 13th, 2023 //
There’s something to be said about Avey Tare’s unapologetic capability to just be himself. It’s a center-stage trait that has always been a driving force behind experimental-pop band Animal Collective, and that also rings true on the plethora of solo pursuits he has blessed us with. The multi-instrumentalist born David Michael Portner brought his trademark ingenuity to life at LA’s Lodge Room last Saturday, the sold-out cherry on top of a two-month, cross-country tour.
On his phenomenal new album 7s, Tare takes the listener on a familiar mystical underwater journey — deep thoughts accompanied by a soft guitar, whimsical and vulnerable to a degree that nearly makes you blush. Despite that, it was still a bit surprising to see him step onstage and deliver the entire show completely alone (not to mention flawlessly, obviously). He navigated a maze of pedals, keys, strings and cables like the seasoned mastermind that he is, perhaps unironically singing, “Alone in a field I wonder how it is explained / That a person comes into the field of making sound and putting it together …” I found myself staring at the answer as he strummed a guitar and baring his entire soul onstage. In Tare’s case at least, it’s apparent that this person simply has no other choice but to make sound and put it together.
For the amount of instruments and equipment that he had onstage with him, nothing could hide the fact that Tare’s most valuable instrument is himself. Yes, his ability to play guitar and keyboards as well as to sing (and so on) is an essential part of his musical persona; however, they almost pale in comparison to his capability to express himself through nothing more than his very own body. Sound pulses through his veins just like blood runs through ours. It comes out in so many forms during a show — from measured yelps and head-to-toe shrieks to excerpts of heavy, rhythmic breathing. In those moments it appears he has surrendered all control and accepted pure freedom, finding his truest self (and borderline speaking his own language). His authenticity resonated with the capacity audience every time, garnering cheers and echoes that only grew each time his fits got wilder.
Tare was stationed right in front of the 7s album cover and flanked by two alligators, switching between acoustic and electric guitars just as seamlessly as the neon lights overhead changed palettes. He hardly looked up except to spare a modest grin from time to time, almost as though he forgot the audience was there, and he barely spoke except to express gratitude.
Nevertheless, the energy in the room was buzzing throughout the entire set, folks pushing up against the stage desperate to be within shrieking distance of Tare. He seemingly had something for everyone, touching on all different corners of his solo catalog and even throwing in a quick version of “Chocolate Girl” in honor of the Animal Collective classic Spirit They’re Gone, Spirit They’ve Vanished, which was recently reissued.
Under the glow of the star-shaped chandelier inside this stunning, funny little masonic lodge on the outskirts of LA, for an hour and a half Tare gave us a peek into his process. It was an explosion of sounds and colors, a pure and absolute balm for the soul. It felt like a perfect summer night, even though it was the middle of May — nonsensical, yet peaceful and not unlike Tare himself.
Setlist:
Midnight Special
The Musical
Lips at Night
Hey Bog
Ghost of Books
Neurons
Ms. Secret (acoustic)
Coral Lords (acoustic)
Mystical
Invisible Darlings
Saturdays (Again)
Chocolate Girl (Animal Collective song)
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