Father John Misty, born Joshua Tillman, did not actually perform at Boulevard Pool. According to a man who bore a striking resemblance to the singer-songwriter, the performer is “too nuanced, too sophisticated for the Vegas crowd,” and insinuated that Misty was “probably performing to billionaires in Dubai.” Or perhaps Misty was off making the most of his weekend here; it is Las Vegas, after all.
Either way, the person who may or may not have been Father John Misty (spoiler alert: it was) gave us almost two hours of glorious indie folk goodness. Between bouts of self-deprecating, quick-witted humor and even a brief Q&A section, the long-limbed ex-Fleet Foxes member brought his brand of snarky, smart folk rock to life with the help of five supporting band members—four of which looked like different versions of the man himself.
With the help of some light rainfall, his performance was all theatrics. He shook his hips and shimmied on the bass drum during “Strange Encounter, danced like a modern-day Ian Curtis to the new-wave drums of “True Affection” and threw his guitar to stage hands during the climax of “Nothing Good Ever Happens at the Goddamn Thirsty Crow.” Misty’s voice came through surprisingly clear in the evening air; his crooning of “Bored in the U.S.A.” rallied the audience hard enough to make Springsteen jealous. “So … this is me in 20 years, huh?,” he said, joking at the idea of a future Las Vegas residency. “We’re here—it’s Britney [Spears] and I, performing in Paris, living off buffets …” We can’t wait until that day arrives. ★★★★✩
I Love You, Honeybear
Only Son of the Ladies’ Man
When You’re Smiling and Astride Me
The Night Josh Tillman Came to Our Apartment.
I’m Writing a Novel
Chateau Lobby #4 (in C for Two Virgins)
Nancy From Now On
Bored in the U.S.A.
This Is Sally Hatchet
Nothing Good Ever Happens at the Goddamn Thirsty Crow
Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings
I Went to the Store One Day
Every Man Needs a Companion