::250 miles....still cant shake the thought of you...::
I didn't feel like editing all of them to make them lighter and prettier. If you want to save them and use them and edit them and frame them and sell them or whatever ah. ha....go for it.
Review of the show posted in my old LJ...xnerrdyx...
The Planes Mistaken For Stars show was Thursday.
When we arrived, I spotted them behind their merch table. Everything inside me wanted to attack each and everyone of them individually with "you are so amazing thank you so much for being a band and playing here tonight and bringing immense amounts of joy to my life" but who says that? ever? 14 year old girls, thats who. So I held back. I couldn't even get my tongue to fumble out a "good luck tonight". I'm such a nerd.
They were beyond incredible. I was so content watching them.
I haven't been to a show at St. Andrews where the barricades were down in almost 2 years. It was so nice to be right up to the stage, I hope my photos turn out well. I really need to invest in a good camera.
Whoever was running sound that night I wanted to take them by the hair and drag their face across the sound board until it was unrecognizable. I can't believe I just wrote that, but the sound was really that terrible. So much so, that I saw way more of the on stage sound man than I wanted to, because he had to keep running out on stage to mess with the monitors and figure out why everything sounded so awful. When The Bronx was playing, the bass was so loud you could hear the air coming out of the stack monitors. I looked at the board and he had all the faders up. No lie. So with this said, it's no wonder you couldn't make out the vocals for Planes unless you knew the song like the back of your hand.
The singer of PMFS and I share the same last name. He could be my brother. It's possible. I would never know. How ridiculous would that be. "Thanks for coming out to the show tonight...by the way...you're my sister. Our dad is just a loser and you were never told that you have other siblings." I love when my mind goes off on wild tangents...
So this is how PMFS works. There is one main singer, who is also guitar right. Guitar left also sings, however and sometimes when he is playing, guitar right will quit altogether and just become front man vocalist...dance moves and all, with his guitar still draped around his body. He does this thing with his feet too, he shifts from right to left really fast while he's playing guitar so it's some funky jig. I like it. Guitar Left and Guitar Right both have really long hair so half the time you can't see their faces because they are rocking out so much. I hope my photos of them don't turn out looking like Slash impersonators.
Their bass player plays like it is literrally sucking the life out of him. There was times I thought he was going to fall over from playing so intensely, yet ravishingly beautiful. All of this is so breathtakingly beautiful. What in the world is wrong with me that this strikes me so deep and makes such a lasting mark on my life...
There's not too much I can say for the drummer. I watched him a little bit but he has the raw end of the deal having to play behind such stellar musicians. Really stellar might be a little far fetched but they are just so lovely, and stellar is such a lovely word to say, so stellar it is. Planes Mistaken For Stars is stellar and forget you if you don't think so.
For one song both guitarists and bass player walked to the front of the stage and held their middle fingers high for a good while, and it was evident it was an angry part of the song. What they were angry about in the song, I'm not sure of due to lack of being able to comprehend anything other than garbled vocals...thank you Mr. Soundguy. All of PMFS has their logo skull on their guitar/bass heads. I thought that was pretty neat. I'm such a sucker for this band. Matt, guitar left, has this crazy tattoo on his stomach. I've seen it before in photos in magazines, and it resembles somewhat of a Christmas wreath. Seeing it in person made me think of that thing in the Neverending Story. The 2 snakes combined in a circle.
Gared, their singer, encouraged us all to register to vote and made a comment or two about getting Bush out of office...in words less polite than that.
Their set wasn't anywhere as long as I wanted it to be, but who's set ever is. Gared announced it was their last song and asked the crowd to bear with them because they hadn't played it in a while...that's right, Copper And Stars. I love that I don't really know the words to Planes. I kinda don't want to know the words either. Their music is just so emotionallly driven and lovely I would rather hang on the pretty noise Gareds voice creates than interpret it as the English language. I enjoy singing along when I don't know the words. It means more when it's just sounds for some reason, like I'm more in touch with what he's feeling than what he's saying. I guess.
When I got to the merch table, they were out of every YM sized tshirt. I got the last YL in a wack design though so I am content to finally own a PMFS shirt. yay! Matt was behind the merch table and went over to him and gave him a hug and forgot all means of how to hold a conversation and just thanked him for playing tonight. He asked me my name and I told him to come back soon, which he said he would, Lori. I was happy he used my name. I need to be punched. I forgot to ask him about his tattoo and about the new record vs the old record and about ordering more YM shirts and about taking me on tour so I can drool over their magnificentness...well not that part but yea. This shyness has got to stop.
Dillinger Escape Plan blew my mind. Literally. There were pieces blown across the floor within the first 15 seconds of thier opening song, as their guitarist climbed the monitors while playing like he was spiderman and every kid from front to back was a mess of crucial dance. O, it's so good to be in Detroit for shows. I wish I knew more of Dillinger so I could've enjoyed it better, but it was wonderful. Simply, wonderful. The Bronx also played. or um, The Bronx was on stage with instruments for some time. All I heard was "hissssssss screeeech static static static I'M PROUD TO BE FROM L.A. hisssssss screeeech dun dun eeeeeeeeee" Yea, I didn't like them much. Blame the soundguy. maybe. The bass was so loud it hurt my ears and you could feel the air pushing out from the monitors. Bad bad very bad...when you're standing no where near them! Decadrohan or someone also performed. They were interesting and had lots of bad things to say about Clear Channel which I enjoyed very much, seeing as St. Andrews is a Clear Channel venue I found it quite humourous as a lot of kids grew impatient and begin yelling obscenities to them, to which the singer remarked "The first amendment is not fuck you". haha I agree. I would've enjoyed talking to him about this more.