This was my first time at the Magic Bag, I like the venue. The show was crowded, but not at capacity, so the table seating area leading to the standing portion worked for groups wanting to sit together and watch. I can see where you would end up with an ass in your face if it were packed though.
A big difference between shows here and shows in Portland is that they let people drink freely in the venue, even if there are people under 21. In Portland, people actually wanting to have a beer while watching a rock show are relegated to a fenced off section in the corner of the venue or up in the balcony. The kids get all the good real estate near the stage. It's like they assume that when you get a little older you no longer have any interest in really pushing up there, getting sweaty, and dancing. Thank you Detroit for liberating me! I took my beer straight up to the front and embraced this opportunity by slowly nodding my head to the beat and silently judging all these damn youngsters for having too much fun and bumping into me. The crowd was probably 98% white, so there were some things in common with shows in Portland.
Deer Tick put on a great show when we saw them in February and this one was no different. They came on around 10:15 and played a furious set till midnight that included trading Jameson shots for items from the merch booth, stories of the lead singer falling asleep during dinner earlier in the night along with a reference to a powdered supplement that miraculously gave him the energy to perform, and a rendition of the Beastie Boys "Fight for Your Right to Party" that included guest appearances from both the Turbo Fruits and Scott Lucas and the Married Men. I commented that, based on the earlier stories, maybe "No sleep till Brooklyn" would be more appropriate.
One highlight for me occurred around halfway through when I realized that the lead singer looks somewhat like Chloe Sevigny from Big Love, we have been binge watching that recently. On a side note, polygamy looks like a huge pain in the ass. Mitt Romney strapped his dog to the roof of his car, left his Grandfather's commune in Mexico, and came to Washington to align himself with the Tea Party in order to avoid it.