Ben Folds with the St. Louis Symphony, 11/6/11: Review

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Ben Folds with the St. Louis Symphony Orchestra
Powell Hall
November 6, 2012

As he sat behind Powell Symphony Hall's grand piano and sang the phrase "Kiss my ass goodbye," the St. Louis Symphony Orchestra echoed his melody with trumpets and Ben Folds smiled the smile of a boy who was getting away with something. Fantasy sequences in film are frequently scored by a lush, orchestral arrangement, and the joke comes in the pairing of something so insignificant with something so dramatic. For Folds, who learned music by playing percussion in orchestras, this is the dream: Playing his own material, both his precious moments slow jams and his trailer trashing piano-as-a-weapon cuts, with the sonic and moral support of an entire orchestra. Some of his songs were tailored perfectly to the high class setting and some were so inappropriate they seemed necessary. As such, Ben Folds' performance last evening was both outstanding and inherently hilarious.

Ben Folds has employed strings in his recordings for over a decade, so his worldwide symphonic takeover mission is a more logical rock/classical hybrid than, say, The String Quartet Tribute To Muse. Most impressive is the way Folds utilizes the orchestra's possibilities. Yes, there was some effective, if standard, gussying up of ballads. "Gracie", his ode to his daughter, was particularly touching with some heartstring tugging from the SLSO. On the other hand, some subtly jarring violin strains brought out the ugliness of "Brick" -- a welcome surprise for a song that seems like it might facilitate a predictable arrangement. The Ben Folds Five rocker "One Angry Dwarf And 200 Solemn Faces" became a brassy Bond movie chase scene and the Effingham-inspired "Effington" carried hints of Leonard Bernstein's West Side Story in its playfulness, with xylophone stabs serving as punchline indicators.

Live, Folds' voice is distinctive, and his execution practically faultless; if not for the sibilant noises of the woman mouthing along with every word behind me, I could have mistaken bits of the show for a recording. What makes him such a powerful performer is his ability to connect on a personal level with each member of a sold-out audience (2,689 people at Powell not including standing room -- thanks, Google!) while sharing the stage with fifty-ish other musicians.

In two instances, Folds became conductor of the audience by assigning melodies to different sections and summoning their entry at his will. He truly got carried away directing the crowd on "Not The Same"; as a temporary choir member, it was a blast. The buzz was so palpable it survived the segue into a power ballad about abortion.
Mostly, he achieved intimacy by giving long-winded introductions to his songs. I now know more about Ben Folds than I know about people I've known for years. You know, like the time he caught pneumonia on tour and played shows with a 104 degree fever and collapsed when he got off stage so the next time he was on tour and felt sick he immediately saw a doctor who gave him Codeine so he took it and didn't feel anything so the next night he took too much and felt loopy and wrote part of the song "Cologne" while he was improvising on stage and thinking about that one astronaut who drove to Florida wearing a diaper. I remember fewer details about my own prom.

My main complaint about Ben Folds -- particularly his post-Five career -- is his tendency to pen character songs whose choruses are little more than a person's name. I suppose I felt this writing technique minimized the impact of the song, but it all kind of clicked for me last night. Folds consistently draws enormous conclusions from minuscule events, and the St. Louis Symphony Orchestra helped blow songs about singular people, like "The Ascent Of Stan," entirely out of proportion -- which is exactly where Folds' songs need to exist. If Bruce Springsteen portrays the plight of the working man by putting their struggles into rock songs, Ben Folds offers romanticized significance to the mundane details of modern conflicted post-everything life, even if he needs a God-damn orchestra to do so.

Notes and video from a previous orchestra appearance on the next page.

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Powell Symphony Hall

718 N. Grand Blvd, St. Louis, MO

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Errant dog
Errant dog

Ascent...not that I'm a music snob.

David McCutcheon
David McCutcheon

Loads of fun last night and a very different feel from other Ben Folds shows. Definitely memorable. The arrangement on "Smoke" was rather breathtaking.


I'd seen the Ben Folds + Orchestra thing before, and it's been fantastic both times. I have to say, the Saint Louis Symphony Orchestra seemed to get into it, which was great to hear. 

I think much of Folds' solo material stands toe-to-toe with the Ben Folds Five material. However, BFF's albums were more consistent, whereas Ben's solo albums have been more hit-or-miss. But I think Ben's produced as much good material solo as with the band, it's just taken him more albums to get there. 

I would also argue that Brick is emphatically not a "power ballad" (just a regular ballad), due to its lack of guitar solos, although I suppose the term is an amorphous one. If you were annoyed with the sibilant noise from the woman behind you, I've read multiple pieces citing Ben encouraging his audience to sing along, even at symphony shows. You may or may not like it but I think it comes with the fan base. And saying that Ben's put strings on his album for more than a decade, while technically correct, under-represents this tendency: his recordings have always had strings, starting with the first Ben Folds Five album, released 16 years ago. 

I was a little disappointed the encore wasn't longer. Probably could have gotten at least another song out of him if not for the smart-ass who yelled "Rock this bitch!"

Here's the set list (with no attempt to translate my quick notes to proper song names) for those who are interested (I think I got everything): 

Zak & SaraSmokeStanEffingtonJesuslandPicture WindowOne Angry Dwarf


LandedGracieNot the Same (audience harmonies)BrickStephen's Last NightNarcolepsy

(Solo encore)

Army (audience harmonies)"Rock this Bitch" improvJohnny B. Goode (half-assed cover)Annie Waits


There's nothing snobby about being right. Not musically snobby, anyway :-)


It's a good one. It was recorded when he released a DVD of his performance with the Western Australian Symphony Orchestra, and is available on that disc (along with some of the other arrangements from last night). It's also featured prominently on his new "best of" CD. 

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