Sunday’s Modest Mouse show was hampered by my oldness.

It didn’t seem so great for Isaac Brock, Modest Mouse frontman, either. It turns out that some small act of triviality I had written off was much more serious than I had first realized.

Somewhere about halfway through the show, I noticed that Brock had turned toward his amp, stopped playing (he may have taken off his guitar, I can’t remember) and started acting weird.

Suddenly, a sound tech hopped up, grabbed Brock and hugged him – talking close to his ear and seemingly comforting him. Brock turned around and there was a visible blood spot on his shirt.

I didn’t think anything of it. I mentioned something to Kerrie — “there’s blood on his shirt” — and wrote it off as a crazy artist doing crazy artist things. I likened it to a Jim Morrison freakout – swinging guitars, stumbling cord tangles, mumbling and general unawareness. I had read in an article that Brock didn’t drink before shows anymore, so I just figured he was being a weirdo – it wouldn’t be the first time, you know.

He had just hit himself in the head a few quick times in the vein of a tortured artist, so I scoffed. And then I wrote it off. I assumed the blood was from something related to that.

Well, not so much.

According to Pitchfork (and found on Scott Hudson’s Rant-A-Bit), it was a little bit more serious.

“Does anybody know a way that/A body could get away/Does anybody know a way?!”

Isaac Brock attempted to answer his own “Tiny Cities Made of Ashes” query in drastic fashion at a recent Modest Mouse show in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, according to several eyewitness reports. While performing the Moon and Antarctica standout at Ramkota Exhibit Hall on March 18, Brock allegedly began hitting himself in the face with his microphone, then proceeded to draw a knife and cut his own chest.

According to reader Joshua Cole, after deliberately bonking his head, Brock “then walked back to his amp, grabbed a pocket knife, and cut a 12 inch cut across his chest. His assistant had to grab the knife and stop him. He was bleeding the rest of the concert, and later fell off the stage into the barrier before singing in the crowd.”

“The show carried on despite Isaac’s bleeding and various people’s concerns,” said Cole.

What was that all about? I have no idea. Have things really gotten so messed up in Brock’s head that he snapped, dragging knives across his chest and smashing his head. Had the stress of beginning a new tour hit him all at once?

Or was this a calculated effort to get publicity? I find it hard to believe that someone as reportedly angry and cynical as Isaac Brock would resort to self-mutilation, a cry for help – the type of attitude that it seems Brock would hate.

At times, Brock seemed almost zombie-like. His rambling diatribes during songs bordered on the insane. His crowd-speak was robotic and forced. But that’s Brock, right? That’s what he does. That’s part of his art.

Was Brock on drugs? Was he really drinking? It he mentally unstable? What the hell happened up there? Is this all just crazy speculation that drives record sales?

While I didn’t get a chance to truly see what happened, I do remember the dazed look on the rest of the band’s face. I remember noticing Johnny Marr’s attitude – a slow decent from rocking guitarist to sheepish bystander. Everyone seemed to be walking on eggshells, and Brock was slowly spiraling out of control. I chalked it up to a spirited front man with a low sense of self-preservation and a band that had seen it all a tiring number of times before. I never though it was an act of mutilation.

If there’s one thing I can’t handle, it’s the attention-seeking self-mutilation attitude. I don’t understand it. I sympathize, and I understand that help is needed, and that it’s a serious problem. I realize that everyone has personal demons, but I also recognize the selfishness of the act. It deserves help. But I often wonder how many times it’s truly a mental imbalance and how many times it’s for attention only.

Knowing what I know now, I feel as though I’ve just watched a snuff film – that the act of Brock cutting himself was the act of cutting off his fanbase, of elevating himself from indie rocker to tortured artist, from Ben Gibbard to Pete Doherty. He was acting out some crazy notion of self hate.

Hell, who knows why he did it, really? Who can ever understand the mind of someone else?

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(Update: Yeah, according to the Link blog (which I’ve finally found) he was sauced, apparently. Oh well. It makes sense now — his performance, his cutting, etc. That’s too bad. And quite annoying.)

Modest Mouse. In Sioux Falls.

What the fuck?

Last night, at the cozy Ramkota Ballroom (an area that Kerrie and I actually visited for a wedding expo, of all things,) Modest Mouse, my favorite band in the known world, came and rocked my face off. I’m serious – I looked down and my face was on the floor, singing along with The Mouse on its own.

How this came about I’ll never know. I looked at my e-mail one day and the Modest Mouse mailing list had sent me an e-mail hyping their next tour stops – and Sioux Falls was right there. I spent five days wondering if it was true, and then the Argus Leader confirmed it later. I was ecstatic.

The last time Modest Mouse came to town, in 1996, only 10 people showed up. This time over 1500 showed up. It was pretty intense – a great show. It was pretty similar to the First Ave show I went to in February, so I’ll just link that review.

Here’s what bothered me. People. That’s it.

Modest Mouse has gained a wider fan base than they would have had in 2001, as evidenced by the 150-fold increase in attendance, and I would say that the majority of the fan base is, at most, slightly familiar with anything other than their newest album, Good News for People Who Love Bad News. While this is okay – I’m not going to look down my nose at people who are not the “biggest fan ever” – it leads to an interesting mix of people.

At First Ave we stood by the bar, on a balcony, and had a clear view of the stage throughout the show. I never had to jostle for position or crane my body around someone taller than me in order to see the show. In Sioux Falls, however, there is no balcony. It was all-ages all in one area, and this led to an overcrowded “bar” area (where they had between two and three “tenders” servicing about 50 people at a time and they ran out of beer before Modest Mouse even started playing,) and a percentage of the crowd that became disinterested in any non Good News song – all of which seemed to be standing in front of me.

“Cowboy Dan” is one of Modest Mouse’s epic songs, one of my favorites and it was a pleasant surprise to hear them play it. While I watched the band rock out an extended jam session, though, I was annoyed to find the girls in front of me taking each others pictures. One would turn so that the band was in their background and smile — *click* — and then would pass the camera and continue with another person. I ignored them the best I could, but Kerrie was understandably upset. It was pretty annoying.

We also had a herd of pre-graduation college “dudes” trying to start a mosh pit (a mosh pit at Modest Mouse?) and a proliferation of smutty looking teenagers pushing their way to the front, watching for five minutes, and walking back out – repeating this about ten more times.

It was a great show. I loved it. But I was able to see the stark difference between having a show in an exhibition hall and having it at a bar designed for music shows. It was, however, a good test of how accessible our mini-city can be for the kind of shows that usually pass us by.

To top it off, I was able to go home after the show instead of a hotel or a friends house to crash on a couch. Also, we saved about $40.00 in gas by not driving to the Cities.

That alone was worth the 25 bucks.