Hitchcock Shares His Amusing Universe
by Bartley Kives
Winnipeg Free Press
Wednesday, July 31st, 2002
Even though he's far too amused with the world at large to draw attention to himself, Robyn Hitchcock treated last night's performance at the West End Cultural Centre like a career retrospective.
Playing Winnipeg for the first time since 1994, the eccentric Brit with the inimitable nasal voice showed an attentive crowd of 200 how an old folkie like Bob Dylan -- Hitchcock's earliest influence -- inspired the wildly creative mind responsible for seminal new wave band The Soft Boys and more than two decades of solo material.
Performing alone, Hitchcock played two sets. The first was a purely acoustic affair featuring a mix of old favourites (including Queen Elvis, Hitchcock's sardonic take on fame), cover tunes (the expected
Dylan selections plus a surprising show-opening version of The Psychedelic Furs' Ghost In You) and a fresh tune called Unprotected Love, a song written for a new Soft Boys album due out in September.
Sometimes nonsensical, occasionally cutting, but always hilarious, his lyrics are worth the price of admission. During the first set, they ran the gamut from meditations on the addictive power of cheese
to the sad fate of prehistoric sea creatures who have no say in the scientific names given to them millions of years after their extinction.
Still, the man's meandering, ad-libbed between-song banter actually threatened to overshadow his songcraft. The first set's off-the-cuff weirdness included tales about giant Canadian land clams disrupting traffic in Minneapolis and narcissistic pumpkins who stare at their own reflections.
During the second set, Hitchcock picked up the electric guitar and delivered a more sombre and focused performance, largely devoid of the free-wheeling mirth that characterized the earlier part of the night.
Nevertheless, he remained mischievous, poking fun at actor Gene Hackman ("he's in every movie[sic]") and reaching back into his two-decade vault of material for the morbid silliness of My Wife And My Dead Wife and the sentimentality of Glass Hotel.
The rate of idea bombardment in Hitchcock's brain is truly stunning. Hopefully it won't be another eight years before he plays Winnipeg again.