last sunday was the first day of my life
so i finally saw dreamy little conor.
and i took some shitty pictures to boot.
enjoy
here's my friend walking down broadyway (downtown los angeles).
i somehow managed to not get a single crackhead in the shot.
almost there...
ah, the glorious orpheum theatre
in one of the smelliest parts of the city of angels.
once inside i completely forgot to capture (in pictures) the true beauty that exudes from the pores of orpheum.
i'm talking chandeliers hanging from the ceiling that are bigger than my house. yeah, bigger than my house.
neva dinova came on first.
jake, the singer, was quite the comedian.
he told a tale of seeing james brown in their hotel.
"he was browner in person"
(or something along those lines.)
then some girl came on after neva.
i would have taken some pictures of her, but i totally fell asleep.
sorry, girl. whomever you are. i'm sure it was great playing on the same stage as bright eyes.
then came bright eyes.
you can bet your ass my heart went "pitter patter" when conor took the stage.
unfortunately, none of these photos turned out so hot.
let's just pretend they are "art", that way they can be shitty and be good too.
hello dream boat
this next one i like.
the rest of the band quietly removed themselves from the stage.
and conor busted out "lua".
needless to say, it was heartstopping.
i never remember set lists, but let me tell you, this was a set list to put all other set lists to shame.
actually, to be quite honest with you, i don't have a clue what i'm talking about.
eventually the show ended.
then it started again.
i guess they call it an encore. that was nice.
i hate the whole "encore" thing at shows. it's so third grade.
"i'm going. bye".
"no, don't go! we all love you."
"ok, i'll stay."
or better yet,
it's so live journal:
"i hate live journal. i'm deleting my account. all you fuckers can die"
30 comments saying, essentially,
"what, what? don't go. we love you. live journal won't be the same without you."
next post:
"i've decided to keep my account."
outside you can see the indie kids milling about.
i love indie kids. i love people.
oh yeah, the funniest part of the entire evening was when one of these scene kids, between songs, yelled out to conor,
"YOU'RE IN MY EXTENDED NETWORK".
fucking myspace has infiltrated the lexicon of the modern man, woman and child.
bye,
jeff