Written by Samuel Barker
Jan 12, 2005 at 08:00 PM
ImageIt doesn’t seem too long ago that Jimmy Eat World was loading their own equipment in the Fitzgerald’s to play for a few measly dollars to a handful of bored kids. They were just another band from out of town stopping off at the club, just a group of guys from Arizona making music for the evening, something better than sitting home alone bored.Moving up to opening up for Blink-182 and Green Day at the Woodlands to a headlining stint at the Verizon and another headlining stint, this time at Numbers, Jimmy Eat World is far removed from that dingy hole of a club they began at and has been delivered to higher grounds with a platinum album under their belt, a new album that has already sold over a quarter-million copies and a single, Pain, which has reaching #1 on the MTV countdown. Life is pretty good for these guys.

From the opening notes of Bleed, which led off the set, Jimmy Eat World showed they had matured from the timid band that once hit the Fitzgerald’s stage. One of my main concerns with Jimmy Eat World, from the beginning, was their lack of physical intensity. They sang their songs emotionally, maybe made a pained grimace, but motion was always lacking. Well, that is all a thing of the past. Guitarist/vocalist Jim Adkins prowled the stage playing his guitar when not singing, rather than simply looking down like he had in the past.

The audience had gotten a lot better as well. Kids danced and sang along. They responded to the band with more energy than I had seen at prior shows. The band, which took time to play some of their past favorites like Seventeen, made sure to pay back a community that had been with the band since the beginning.

ImageIt is not surprising that a band like Jimmy Eat World is steadily moving towards prominence. Holding off current hit, Pain, until the encore showed they’ve definitely got the ropes down.

Opening for Jimmy Eat World was Elefant. Despite being from New York, they have adopted a British sound and the vocalist, Diego Garcia, has even adopted an accent when he sings. When you hear this band, you cannot help but draw on similarities them and The Psychedelic Furs.

While it was far from original, it lifted the audience up more than the adult contemporary tones of the first band of the night, Reubens Accomplice. They were a boring, bad band. Perhaps listening to lame adult contemporary based music is the new generation’s way of rebelling against parents who love rock? Perhaps…