Live: The Many Eras of Beck (Except for One) Condensed Into 90 Minutes at Prospect Park

08/05/2013 11:55 AM |

If you look closely, you can see Beck being cool.
  • If you look closely, you can see Beck being cool.

From its onset in the early 90s, Beck’s commerical success was considered “unlikely.” In hindsight this seems like an understatement. I wonder if when he was 17, homeless and playing open-mic nights in East Village clubs, he had any idea he’d be back in the city 20-some years later performing to a sold-out crowd of 7,000 devotees. Or if he knew he’d still be singing the line, “My time is a piece of wax falling on a termite” in 2013. Or when he played cramped behind an amp, dodging mud flung from a crowd seemingly displeased with having to endure a set by a mislabeled one-hit wonder at Lollapalooza in 1995, if he thought it’d get better? Or how about when this happened…

Did he really think&#8212did any of us really think&#8212he’d be the one to enjoy a shape-shifting career unmatched by any of his alt-rock nation contemporaries? Last night at Prospect Park, he ran through the many stages of his catalog, straight-faced as ever. Let’s take look, shall we?

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