In an attempt at crowd management, he instructed his fans to get off the stage - not soeasy when a potential Facebook profile picture - “OMG ME WITH EDWARDSHARPE #ONSTAGE #BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE” - is at stake. And it seemed Ebert feared the stage might do the same. The fourth wall, so carefully preserved by more prudent artists, came crashingdown.
Tambourines were passed around the now-onstageaudience, and Ebert struck up the band. Next came a happy couple who had gone mud sliding their mud-covered appearance told their whole story. A young girl in a beanie stepped up.“Shut up and poop are driving in the car,” she began. She had no story, just a high-five for EdwardSharpe.Įbert tried again. When the song was about to reach the bridge - filled in the recorded version with Jade and Alexander’s endearing dialogue - Ebert invited anyone with astory to the stage.Īn overzealous teenager in a crop top and low-rise jeans wasthe first to accept the offer. The inevitable“Home” came last, or close to last. “We don’t do encores,” he later explained. When a globebeach ball volleyed its way onstage, Ebert broke out singing, “I got the whole worldin my hands.” The concert veered toward a religious experience. “It will never be dark,” Ebert responded. “It will never be dark,” one audience member spoke intoEbert’s lowered mic. A starry backdrop and the occasional smoke-machine emissionmade for a mystical atmosphere as light beams illuminated the now-sprinkling rain.Įbert engaged deeply with his audience, rejecting theimage of the mysteriously aloof musician with every hand he shook, every pairof eyes he met. "Itjust doesn’t hurt as bad."Īs the night darkened, neon lights wrapped around lampshades lit up. “I guess if you’re the headbutter you get headbutted, too," Ebert said. Jade Castrinos, Ebert’s partner in the band’s creation,introduced her clear, at times pining voice in “Janglin.” There was a playful dynamic between the pair, who allowed themselves to get carried away bytheir own performance, dancing until Ebert accidentally headbutted Castrinos. They opened with “40 Day Dream," a number enlivened by interludes of hand clapping and feetstomping. Ebert, dressed in an off-white sports coat over a flowy tunic, nonchalantly took the stage with the rest of the musicians. A plethora of instruments, from pianoto gourd, stayed dry under a protective overhang. On stage, things were considerably less messy. Umbrellas and raincoats don’t do much for mud, so fans waded in, ankle deep. Still, throngs came out in ponchos to hear the10-person band led by singer Alex Ebert - or Alexander, as you may have heard himcalled in the band’s 2009 hit “Home.” And a nasty storm brought a steady downpour, transforming the Green into the Brown. Ben & Jerry’s Concerts on the Green brought EdwardSharpe and the Magnetic Zeros to the Shelburne Museum last Tuesday.
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