

Strong bass chords and upbeat guitar resembled the headlining band quite closely. They almost seemed like a young, Spanish, female version of The Strokes. Hinds, an all-female indie group from Spain, opened the show with a few songs. Because it was The Strokes, though, the sedentary position was worth it. Personally, I feel that concerts should be an opportunity to dance and feel the music through your body. Except for the group in front of the stage, most people sat in seats, sometimes moving from side to side in their chairs but rarely standing up. The concert definitely felt more like a Broadway show than it did a typical indie rock gig. As eighteen-year-old gen Z-ers, we stood out. To be fair, this was the crowd that had grown up with The Strokes as we did with Car Seat Headrest or the Arctic Monkeys. The crowd was mainly made up of beards, IPAs, and late-twenty-somethings in sparkly New Year’s Eve dresses. So we both jumped at the chance of ringing in 2020 with Is This It.īarclays Center hosted the concert.

Both of us had forayed into music with The Strokes as our guide.
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Two months later, they announced their New Year’s Eve concert in NYC, and after a series of frantic text messages making sure we got them before they sold out, a friend and I bought tickets. I was sure that the electric energy of their fanbase would spark more concerts. It isn’t just Julian Casablancas’ “haven’t showered in a week” hair or Fabrizio Moretti’s drum lines that make people enjoy The Strokes’ sound.ĭespite not seeing them live that night, I remained hopeful that my wish would be granted someday. That night I learned that the early 2000s-era zeitgeist captured in The Strokes’ music is what causes people to love it so much. Other soaked Strokes’ fans were in the same subway car and chanting along to the lyrics. Even though my friends and I were soaked and sad that night about not seeing them play, when we got on the train back home, the spirit of The Strokes was very much still alive. Disappointingly, however, I thought my dreams would never actualize after a thunderstorm cancelled their Gov Ball concert just as they were about to go on. I first entertained the idea of seeing them live in 2019, when they announced a Governor’s Ball appearance. Because I became conscious of the band around the time of their last New York concert in 2016, like many other gen-Z fans, I never thought I would have the chance to see them live. Needless to say, all of this build-up had given me high expectations. After that album, tensions caused them to informally break until recently, and they’ve only come together for a few festivals and released the EP Future Present Past.

From paparazzi-flash dinners to Casablancas’ desire to control their music in an effort to maintain their popularity, fame made life in the band toxic. During the next few years, they released records like the hit Is This It, for which they are so well-known.Īfter their 5th album, Comedown Machine, the band refused to tour because of rising tensions and the personal limitations that their fame had caused. The band spent a few years generating their sound together before they signed to Rough Trade Records. The band came together in 1998 as a collection of friends that Julian Casablancas had made during his time at different schools in New York City and Switzerland.

Their simple bass progressions and radiating, rough-sounding guitar represent the sound of “garage-grunge” adolescence in the late 90’s and early 2000s. To me and millions of other listeners, The Strokes are mesmerizing. Even though my thirteen-year old fingers could barely stretch wide enough to reach the consequent C, D, and E notes, I could feel the simplicity in the bass tab - a simplicity which created the perfectly careless sound of Is This It. I’d just begun learning the bass, and The Strokes’ simply-plucked “Last Nite” was the perfect introductory song. I first listened to this infamous “indie starter band” when I was thirteen. Seeing The Strokes live was, in the words of Julian Casablancas, a promise I’d made to myself thinking I’d break it.
