but that stranger is strangely familiar
Ack.
I really hope the Church aren't going to become my local NIN. Cos me and Trent Reznor? Have never managed to coordinate our schedules just right. When he gets into town, I'm not interested. And when I am interested, he's nowhere around. So as a result, I've been to two NIN gigs where I've stood there and thought "you know, I should be enjoying this but I'm really really not?" Ships Passing In The Night is how I describe this gig phenomenon.
And that is exactly what happened tonight. I stood there and watched Steve Kilbey be ver' ver' hot and extremely silly. And I felt nothing. I recognised four songs out of the setlist --- two being the big hits, Under The Milky Way and Almost With You, and Reptile of course and one of my favourites, After Everything Now This --- and luckily I actually listened to Pangaea as I uploaded it earlier tonight so I recognised that one. Am not sure if I like it or not, sounds suspiciously like adult contemporary rock. And that is not a compliment.
But pretty much I spent tonight being vaguely amused and vaguely repulsed by the audience of shabbily dressed mid-to-late thirties people who clearly don't go out very often and cannot --- please note, white men --- cannot dance. *shudders* It kinda made me realise that even the grubbiest gigs I've been to have featured better clothes. And I don't even like popular bands!
As it was, turned out to be a slight reunion of sorts cos I had given the other ticket to the Dollies keyboardist, very delighted to be attending the gig with him and his gorgeous Gemini girl. Marvellous coincidence that they happened to be going past just as I left the house so I even got a lift there and back. She and I are both shortarses so we left him at the back of the crowd to go look for a better position and ended up getting a marvellous view of the stage. And turns out two of the other Dollies turned up, not to mention several other familiar faces from the psych scene including a shoddy reviewer or two, and ... yeah, that was interesting. Apparently it's felt like more than two years since I've seen the lead Dolly formerly known in this LJ as Caramel Stoner. Yep.
Lord deliver me from Leo men, all of them, deliver me and isolate me.
Did I mention Kilbey was ver' ver' hot? Not just in terms of dripping with sweat but also with the dapper hair and the gorgeous skin and the general sexy sexy Virgo sexiness. Oy. Pity his vocals didn't quite match the perfection in my head. Too long listening to the albums and no live stuff, see?
I got a very bad shock when I was told the old guy with the frightful hair was Marty Willson-Piper. Until then, I didn't realise that the image I've had of him in my head all this while was totally from the Eighties. Kilbey, on the other hand, I've seen age and age with preternatural beauty. To quote Henry Fonda Norman Thayer, "there's something to be said for a deviant lifestyle!" And by deviant, you realise I mean fruitloop vegan, right? Right. *nods, snorfles*
And he was extremely silly, too, with the hand movements and playing with his red towel and admonishing the crowd in very Anton-esque fashion. Wot's with these Virgo ex-addict musos, eh? But omigod, I swear Marty changed guitars midsong at least four times during the setlist. It was kinda marvellous. And certainly the sound was excellent, some damned fine extended jams and all that. I just wasn't into it. My fault. I should have done what I did with Numan and spent a day listening to all the music in prep, especially the new stuff wot I have not touched since purchasing them in a fever of anticipation two weeks ago. Shame on me.
At least with this band, I have a greater chance of seeing them perform again. And it certainly didn't stop me scoring a tee beforehand, sold to me by the same girl who sold me the Numan tee, wtf. A Priest = Aura tshirt, omg. *kisses all over* Like I was going to pass that up out of all the merch they had going. Didn't get the new album after all cos I figured since I haven't listened to the other stuff, I may as well wait til the official release date in the hope that then I will be ready.
I blame Littlemore. I do. It's all his fault. If he would just release his hold on my brain and my stereo, I would be able to appreciate other music. *sulks*
Rather ironically -- or aptly, you decide --- the song that describes my very first Church gig is in fact a Church song and one of my alltime favourites: Why can't I feel it? Why should I try?
Argh. I suck. But hey, at least I finally got my Spacemen 3 bio back after something like three or four years. God knows where the poor thing's been dropped, bent, lost, sat on, tossed, spilled on, etc. That and *coughbootlegcough* a CD, yay.
Links updated in the previous post.
I really hope the Church aren't going to become my local NIN. Cos me and Trent Reznor? Have never managed to coordinate our schedules just right. When he gets into town, I'm not interested. And when I am interested, he's nowhere around. So as a result, I've been to two NIN gigs where I've stood there and thought "you know, I should be enjoying this but I'm really really not?" Ships Passing In The Night is how I describe this gig phenomenon.
And that is exactly what happened tonight. I stood there and watched Steve Kilbey be ver' ver' hot and extremely silly. And I felt nothing. I recognised four songs out of the setlist --- two being the big hits, Under The Milky Way and Almost With You, and Reptile of course and one of my favourites, After Everything Now This --- and luckily I actually listened to Pangaea as I uploaded it earlier tonight so I recognised that one. Am not sure if I like it or not, sounds suspiciously like adult contemporary rock. And that is not a compliment.
But pretty much I spent tonight being vaguely amused and vaguely repulsed by the audience of shabbily dressed mid-to-late thirties people who clearly don't go out very often and cannot --- please note, white men --- cannot dance. *shudders* It kinda made me realise that even the grubbiest gigs I've been to have featured better clothes. And I don't even like popular bands!
As it was, turned out to be a slight reunion of sorts cos I had given the other ticket to the Dollies keyboardist, very delighted to be attending the gig with him and his gorgeous Gemini girl. Marvellous coincidence that they happened to be going past just as I left the house so I even got a lift there and back. She and I are both shortarses so we left him at the back of the crowd to go look for a better position and ended up getting a marvellous view of the stage. And turns out two of the other Dollies turned up, not to mention several other familiar faces from the psych scene including a shoddy reviewer or two, and ... yeah, that was interesting. Apparently it's felt like more than two years since I've seen the lead Dolly formerly known in this LJ as Caramel Stoner. Yep.
Lord deliver me from Leo men, all of them, deliver me and isolate me.
Did I mention Kilbey was ver' ver' hot? Not just in terms of dripping with sweat but also with the dapper hair and the gorgeous skin and the general sexy sexy Virgo sexiness. Oy. Pity his vocals didn't quite match the perfection in my head. Too long listening to the albums and no live stuff, see?
I got a very bad shock when I was told the old guy with the frightful hair was Marty Willson-Piper. Until then, I didn't realise that the image I've had of him in my head all this while was totally from the Eighties. Kilbey, on the other hand, I've seen age and age with preternatural beauty. To quote Henry Fonda Norman Thayer, "there's something to be said for a deviant lifestyle!" And by deviant, you realise I mean fruitloop vegan, right? Right. *nods, snorfles*
And he was extremely silly, too, with the hand movements and playing with his red towel and admonishing the crowd in very Anton-esque fashion. Wot's with these Virgo ex-addict musos, eh? But omigod, I swear Marty changed guitars midsong at least four times during the setlist. It was kinda marvellous. And certainly the sound was excellent, some damned fine extended jams and all that. I just wasn't into it. My fault. I should have done what I did with Numan and spent a day listening to all the music in prep, especially the new stuff wot I have not touched since purchasing them in a fever of anticipation two weeks ago. Shame on me.
At least with this band, I have a greater chance of seeing them perform again. And it certainly didn't stop me scoring a tee beforehand, sold to me by the same girl who sold me the Numan tee, wtf. A Priest = Aura tshirt, omg. *kisses all over* Like I was going to pass that up out of all the merch they had going. Didn't get the new album after all cos I figured since I haven't listened to the other stuff, I may as well wait til the official release date in the hope that then I will be ready.
I blame Littlemore. I do. It's all his fault. If he would just release his hold on my brain and my stereo, I would be able to appreciate other music. *sulks*
Rather ironically -- or aptly, you decide --- the song that describes my very first Church gig is in fact a Church song and one of my alltime favourites: Why can't I feel it? Why should I try?
Argh. I suck. But hey, at least I finally got my Spacemen 3 bio back after something like three or four years. God knows where the poor thing's been dropped, bent, lost, sat on, tossed, spilled on, etc. That and *coughbootlegcough* a CD, yay.
Links updated in the previous post.