I scored a last-minute ticket to see the Magnetic Fields at Town Hall last night. It was a really subdued, acoustic show. There was a lot of conversation among the band members, and the whole thing felt like some sort of music-enhanced fireside chat.
I enjoyed the show, but I wanted them to rock out a lot more. It was so quiet that at one point I heard someone's cell phone ring during the middle of a song. Drive On, Driver was my favorite song of the night, mostly because it was the one they attacked the hardest.