Tuesday, January 12, 2010
At his Friday night solo show at New York City's Beacon Theater, Nick Jonas took time to bring out a pair of very special guests, proving the formula that if 2,000 teenage girls scream at X decibels for one Jonas Brother, they will risk hoarseness -- and the deafness of their parents -- to screech at 3X for three Jonas Brothers.
"There are two people I want to share this moment with," Nick said midway through the piano ballad 'Black Keys,' a tune he played without help from his new backing band, the Administration.
Out strolled Joe and Kevin, both of whom had been watching from a VIP area on the left side of the theater, and the Beacon shook with screams. For a few minutes, the elder Jonas brothers did little but look pretty and drum up applause for their 17-year-old kid brother, the singer, songwriter and multi-instrumentalist said to be the architect of the JoBros sound.
Stagehands then brought out an extra microphone and acoustic guitar, and the reunited brothers launched into their hit 'Please Be Mine.' It was a fine bit of showmanship, but judging from the reception Nick had been getting all night, it wasn't necessary.
With mildly funky accompaniment from the Administration -- three of whose members used to play in Prince's New Power Generation -- Nick worked the room like an old pro, demonstrating the talents that have rightfully made him a superstar. He can sing, strum and play piano, and more importantly, he can do all three while maintaining an aloof, almost brooding stare as he attempts to transform himself into a sensitive solo artist.
As he and the Administration pushed through nearly two hours of plenty-good pop songs, floating stylistic approximations of Maroon 5 ('State of Emergency') and John Mayer ('While the World Was Spinning'), among other current Top 40 faves, Nick was workmanlike in his approach.
Save for the moments when he dropped to his knees; leaped, Bruce Springsteen-style, from atop the piano; or climbed the stacks of speakers at the side of the stage, Nick mostly played it cool, doing what John Mellencamp might call his "best James Dean." Nick was like a teen-pop Batman, sharing his considerable gifts more out of obligation than joy. After all, when you're this talented and good looking, what else are you going to do?
Posted by J-Mag Blogger at 5:51 AM