Baby, you’re a Richman: Jonathan Richman back in the ’70s.
By Laura Mojonnier
One gets the sense that Jonathan Richman spends a lot of time alone in his room – staring at that telephone that never rings, practicing his Angus Young-style leg kicks, and listening to French lessons on tape. When he does get out of the house, his favorite activity is touring with longtime drummer Tommy Larkins, with whom he’ll play the last shows of a four-night stint at the Make Out Room tonight through Thursday.
From his days as a teenage Velvet Underground fan-turned-Modern Lover to his middle-aged flirtations with Spanish guitar and Romance languages, Richman has been a hero to suburban loners for more than 30 years. He documents his chronically broken heart and his love of painters like Vermeer and Van Gogh with geeky charisma and rare candor, revealing a self-effacing wit that somehow remains totally unironic. This is the guy who once sang, “I go to bakeries all day long / There’s a lack of sweetness in my life,” after all.
Richman was in top form last night at the Make-Out Room. The venue’s intimate atmosphere paired with a stripped-down setup – just Richman on acoustic guitar and Larkins on drums, peppered by the occasional cowbell solo – played to the songwriter’s strengths as a performer. His always-amusing lyrics (did he really just encourage us to “behold the lilies of the field” three times?) and legendary stage banter were supremely audible, even when they weren’t in English.