Photos by Alex Schelldorf
Jemaine Clement and Bret McKenzie of Flight of the Conchords stalked the Wolf Trap grounds, claiming, “Virginia is our favorite state!” and landed their headquarters on the Filene Center stage last Monday.
The U.S. Ambassador to New Zealand, Arj Barker, gave the duo a warm welcome. Warming the crowd up, he ragged on Game of Thrones spoiler sticklers, taught us the proper way to lie about our age, and inspired us to live in the moment.
Prepare yourselves, fans, Flight of the Conchords finally has some new material. Songs of past parties, a beautiful ballad between a father and son, and the tall tale of a man named Stana (a satanagram) featured their hallmark brand of awkward hilarity that has carried them to the heights of comedy-folk music. Never has my one year of French language study felt more useful than when listening to Flight of the Conchords.
As de facto spokesmen for the Kiwi nation, the duo shared their culture and were joined by such national treasures as The New Zealand Symphony Orchestra, which was comprised of Nigel and his upright bass. Clement and McKenzie flexed their musical muscle, displaying their virtuosity on such challenging instruments as the kazoo, vibraslap, and wind chimes.
With the help of the whimsical chimes, the crowd was asked to travel back to the first time they heard the band. Mine was when I was 17 years old, visiting my good friend and now husband in Charleston. Sitting in that row house, we laughed at this silly duo of Kiwis for hours, perhaps falling a bit in love to “Hiphopopotamus vs. Rhymenoceros.”