Go where you want, boy; I won't be too far.
I find it unfortunate that, within myself, I've found no evidence of vacation excitement, though I'll be leaving for a little concert-related trip to Boston in, what? FIVE HOURS. And I haven't even bothered to sleep! Ah, maybe this is slightly linked to my disappointment with the sheer amount of shows that I'll be missing while I'm strolling around the city -- Kasabian & Rock N Roll Soldiers, Waking Ashland & Gatsby's American Dream, Roses Are Red... and the list goes on. I can only hope that Anna Nalick and Howie Day will pull through, if only with an interesting selection of merch, so that my musical satisfaction shall remain fulfilled for the time being. But even if the concert is a total failure, I'm reasonably confident that such a famously historic city will offer enough picturesque locations & the like for a 100+ picture post when I return -- & that will certainly be less monotonous to observe than yet another selection of "SHOWPIX," as I'll be posting in a matter of paragraphs.
Furthermore, the subjects of the said photos are the two shows I've attended in the last two weeks, Pete Yorn at St. Andrew's & Daphne Loves Derby at Headliners. Pete Yorn was an expected waste of time, considering the appeal the man has with fat, drunk college students, in addition to average, frumpy 25-30 year-olds. I, totally out of place, was forced to find enjoyment in recalling lyrics to the 3 songs I once loved, three years ago, while my mom happily swayed with the crowd. Quite unbearable, especially taking into account that there was no air-conditioning anywhere near the venue, pushing the temperature up to a deathly 90+ degrees. I did, still, manage to take a few pictures, the best of which being when he stepped down from the stage and into the front row of the audience. During the resulting rush of people anxious to touch him, I stood with a cool 4 rows in front of me, taking advantage of the crowd as a shield from security guards in order to snag actual close-up photos with my flash. These pictures I doubt will be of any interest to whoever reads this entry, because I find it impossible that anyone of my age would know or care about this sort of music. I don't care, I apologize. They need to be posted for my own memory of the show, after I realize, post-Anna Nalick, how horrid adult concerts can truly be.
PETE YORN:
As you can see, 'tis crowded. Plus, the guy in the baseball cap was a scarily dancing nerd, which made for all the more annoyance when I'd attempt to take pictures. His grooving self always found a way into them, but luckily was able to be cropped in the following:
But I suppose they ended up all right.
During the show, there were these mysterious skaters in the front row, who my mom and I continued to eye throughout the entire show, out of curiousity as to why they so loved such inappropriate music. We finally saw their front side when they decided to dance between sets (as the sound guy decided to "invigorate the audience" with low-quality '70's disco tunes, including the YMCA), and we finally realized the reason for their attendance. They were 30-year old skaters with scraggly beards and greasy faces. Ah, no wonder!
Pete Yorn, lacking a personal backing band, took on the opening act, Mini-Bar, to help him out onstage. With their striking similarity to the Eagles, I had no choice but to hate them.
HEY SHOW AUDIENCE, YOU'RE DRUNK! GOOD FOR YOU. At least you're having fun.
Okay, this section is finished. NEXT!
The second of the shows, Daphne Loves Derby, plus 3 other, equally notable bands, Sherwood, This Providence, and Last Tuesday, was initially in question, since I'd never heard any of the 4 bands before I saw them live. But, in all actuality, this turned out to be one of the best I've ever been to, as all of the bands were, in one way or another, wonderful.
DAPHNE LOVES DERBY W/ SPECIAL GUEST;; ALIEN MAN-FLIP FLOPS! ^0^
Last Tuesday was the first of the opening acts, which my dad surprisingly liked most of all the bands -- an obvious result of their pure emo sound. Eh, they were listenable.
YUM, JESUS TATTOO. GROSS, YR FACE.
Lead singer; who, I swear to you, was better looking in person. Really.
Yo, you're blurry and no one cares about you. END.
This Providence was, by far, the most handsome of all. Their music wasn't exactly up to par, but was certainly acceptable for an opening band.
Hello, singing shots! But srsly. Just look at him. -swoons into oblivion-
So true, but you'd have to see his hips in person to view accurately the size 2 jeans he was wearing.
BUT HE EVEN RESEMBLES TODD BELOW! Ew.
Hah, these chicks spent the entire night exchanging various forms of "OHOOGOAHAHJFGAWDHAWTTTT!!!!!1111111!" Gladly, I will never have to worry about falling victim to this syndrome; I have zero friends that wish to accompany me to shows, not to mention fat, ugly girl friends to point and stare with. ^-^
a'fgja;fldgjaagf I don't believe more needs to be said regarding this boy -- just sex.
Other band members nobody bothered to watch.
Sherwood, with their polished pop-rock, in my opinion, put on the best performance. They're one of the few bands I've actually developed a taste for after a show, besides Motion City and Longview. Oh, and they also happened to be the ugliest & oldest band, as well:
Lead singer.
&hey, does he, at all, look like a young Mr. Sherburne? Eh, that's a strange inclination.
Limbeck = ♥, but this man looks like a lumberjack.
Diagonally-facing drummer with killer sweatband. +++DIRTY KITCHEN RUG!
Yes, I realize that this man's last name is "Armstrong," but everything about him just screams MEXICAN! I mean, can you blame me, when he's even sporting the half-stache?
&OMFGZFSZ. I swear, in spite of this blurriness, there's no debating his Mexicanhood.
So what, does he work in the fields? There is no excuse for this.
&ps! everyone around me was additionally jumping at the opportunity to commemorate such a lapse in hygiene.
(HYGIENE! lolzz.)
I couldn't shake the resemblance of the keys man to the lead singer of Motion City.
But, hey, maybe I'm just seeing things?
Now, Daphne Loves Derby had to compete with a Chevelle rehearsal in the background during their set, automatically giving them my respect. They were plain nice, and I easily understand the reasons their fans love them. Yet, at the same time, it was difficult to get over their similarity to Dashboard, especially during their MANDATORY acoustic song.
ONE OF THOSE REASONS, OF COURSE: AZN!
Because this is the first Chinese lead singer that has played at any of the shows I've seen. Hah, & there was actually an Asian girl in the audience, emphasizing her ethnicity with a "Oriental is not Asian" T-shirt (-_-) bouncing happily to the music. Another first for me, I suppose. 0_o
MARCHING BAND SHIRT. hohoho.
Note to Brandon: keep your band t-shirt, it may just come in handy when, you, uhhh, decide to put your tromboning skillz to good use in a ska band!
How festive a facial pose!
Psh. Your socks, dear drummer, are boring.
& FINAL BAND PIC!
Hooray. Time wasting is complete!
Shows, of course, are not the only activity that have filled my schedule, but all else that has occured is hardly worthy of mention. Brandon & I somehow found activities with which to busy ourselves, seeing movies, going putt-putting with teh Jimbo, & getting nowhere in useless video games. Drivers Ed never fails in its tedium, and if not for the occasional snide remarks of Aaron, Kyle, and Megan, I may just fade into the anonymous pile of idiots who populate the class. My first driving experience was uneventful (with my according suckage), and I still have 5 more hours with the distracted, depressed Mrs. Demea before I can "graduate." What fun.
On second thought, I may just be thankful for Boston. Otherwise, I may just retire to my CD player as salvation from this mid-summer lull. Cheers, all. I'll be back with bagfuls of crap -- hope a bit is for you!
&KYLE!! Upon my first listen to Vespertine, I couldn't get past the qualities of Bjork's music shared with Alanis's "So-Called Chaos," [song, not album], both with floaty, non-memorable vocals & rhythm track. But second time around, it's actually, in one way or another, acceptable. Maybe it's my inner Scandinavian or my fondness for all genres of electronica & ambient noise, but I found myself appreciating It's Not Up to You, Pagan Poetry, Unison, and, despite your warning, Heirloom; there's something about that sort of music that stirs up personal illusions of profundity, so it's the perfect accompaniment to any sort of contemplative mood. Don't get me wrong, however: it's still strange, & I doubt you could shove me into Medulla and get any sort of positive reaction. Ah well, I nonetheless decided to click around through her website, and I adore the newer album designs. If anything, I commend you for listening to an artist with such edgy taste in photography.
Brandon also wishes me to tell you that he, as I played the cd for him over the phone, enjoyed the music as well, and would much prefer Bjork instead of the speed metal I played for him later on. hehe.
I NEED AT LEAST 1 HOUR OF SLEEP BEFORE AIRPLANES! Goodbye.
SUPERSUPER&PS:
HIDDEN IN PLAIN VIEW
+THE ACADEMY IS, SPITALFIELD, & OVER IT
THE BLIND PIG; 208 S FIRST ST; ANN ARBOR, MI
THU AUG 25, 2005
DOORS 8PM
GENERAL ADMISSION US $12.00
ALL AGES
I ♥ all of these bands, what better a show could I ask for? Dear Brandon &/or Kyle &/or Livvi (if you ever return from your infinite vacations/camps), COME WITH ME! I realize that I should be soured to inviting the lot of you at this point, since none of you have any interest in seeing or even permission to see these bands live, but another Roses Are Red-like event would be a wonderful conclusion to the summer. We could explore Ann Arbor as pre-show entertainment, and this could be the makings of a real, potential-filled event. BUT! This time, if anyone cares to go, I need absolute assurance, as I do not want to anger my dad for having to waste another $30 in unused tickets. Capeshe? :]
Now, really, I must ready myself for the airport. Farewell! ♥
Furthermore, the subjects of the said photos are the two shows I've attended in the last two weeks, Pete Yorn at St. Andrew's & Daphne Loves Derby at Headliners. Pete Yorn was an expected waste of time, considering the appeal the man has with fat, drunk college students, in addition to average, frumpy 25-30 year-olds. I, totally out of place, was forced to find enjoyment in recalling lyrics to the 3 songs I once loved, three years ago, while my mom happily swayed with the crowd. Quite unbearable, especially taking into account that there was no air-conditioning anywhere near the venue, pushing the temperature up to a deathly 90+ degrees. I did, still, manage to take a few pictures, the best of which being when he stepped down from the stage and into the front row of the audience. During the resulting rush of people anxious to touch him, I stood with a cool 4 rows in front of me, taking advantage of the crowd as a shield from security guards in order to snag actual close-up photos with my flash. These pictures I doubt will be of any interest to whoever reads this entry, because I find it impossible that anyone of my age would know or care about this sort of music. I don't care, I apologize. They need to be posted for my own memory of the show, after I realize, post-Anna Nalick, how horrid adult concerts can truly be.
PETE YORN:
As you can see, 'tis crowded. Plus, the guy in the baseball cap was a scarily dancing nerd, which made for all the more annoyance when I'd attempt to take pictures. His grooving self always found a way into them, but luckily was able to be cropped in the following:
But I suppose they ended up all right.
During the show, there were these mysterious skaters in the front row, who my mom and I continued to eye throughout the entire show, out of curiousity as to why they so loved such inappropriate music. We finally saw their front side when they decided to dance between sets (as the sound guy decided to "invigorate the audience" with low-quality '70's disco tunes, including the YMCA), and we finally realized the reason for their attendance. They were 30-year old skaters with scraggly beards and greasy faces. Ah, no wonder!
Pete Yorn, lacking a personal backing band, took on the opening act, Mini-Bar, to help him out onstage. With their striking similarity to the Eagles, I had no choice but to hate them.
HEY SHOW AUDIENCE, YOU'RE DRUNK! GOOD FOR YOU. At least you're having fun.
Okay, this section is finished. NEXT!
The second of the shows, Daphne Loves Derby, plus 3 other, equally notable bands, Sherwood, This Providence, and Last Tuesday, was initially in question, since I'd never heard any of the 4 bands before I saw them live. But, in all actuality, this turned out to be one of the best I've ever been to, as all of the bands were, in one way or another, wonderful.
DAPHNE LOVES DERBY W/ SPECIAL GUEST;; ALIEN MAN-FLIP FLOPS! ^0^
Last Tuesday was the first of the opening acts, which my dad surprisingly liked most of all the bands -- an obvious result of their pure emo sound. Eh, they were listenable.
YUM, JESUS TATTOO. GROSS, YR FACE.
Lead singer; who, I swear to you, was better looking in person. Really.
Yo, you're blurry and no one cares about you. END.
This Providence was, by far, the most handsome of all. Their music wasn't exactly up to par, but was certainly acceptable for an opening band.
Hello, singing shots! But srsly. Just look at him. -swoons into oblivion-
So true, but you'd have to see his hips in person to view accurately the size 2 jeans he was wearing.
BUT HE EVEN RESEMBLES TODD BELOW! Ew.
Hah, these chicks spent the entire night exchanging various forms of "OHOOGOAHAHJFGAWDHAWTTTT!!!!!1111111!" Gladly, I will never have to worry about falling victim to this syndrome; I have zero friends that wish to accompany me to shows, not to mention fat, ugly girl friends to point and stare with. ^-^
a'fgja;fldgjaagf I don't believe more needs to be said regarding this boy -- just sex.
Other band members nobody bothered to watch.
Sherwood, with their polished pop-rock, in my opinion, put on the best performance. They're one of the few bands I've actually developed a taste for after a show, besides Motion City and Longview. Oh, and they also happened to be the ugliest & oldest band, as well:
Lead singer.
&hey, does he, at all, look like a young Mr. Sherburne? Eh, that's a strange inclination.
Limbeck = ♥, but this man looks like a lumberjack.
Diagonally-facing drummer with killer sweatband. +++DIRTY KITCHEN RUG!
Yes, I realize that this man's last name is "Armstrong," but everything about him just screams MEXICAN! I mean, can you blame me, when he's even sporting the half-stache?
&OMFGZFSZ. I swear, in spite of this blurriness, there's no debating his Mexicanhood.
So what, does he work in the fields? There is no excuse for this.
&ps! everyone around me was additionally jumping at the opportunity to commemorate such a lapse in hygiene.
(HYGIENE! lolzz.)
I couldn't shake the resemblance of the keys man to the lead singer of Motion City.
But, hey, maybe I'm just seeing things?
Now, Daphne Loves Derby had to compete with a Chevelle rehearsal in the background during their set, automatically giving them my respect. They were plain nice, and I easily understand the reasons their fans love them. Yet, at the same time, it was difficult to get over their similarity to Dashboard, especially during their MANDATORY acoustic song.
ONE OF THOSE REASONS, OF COURSE: AZN!
Because this is the first Chinese lead singer that has played at any of the shows I've seen. Hah, & there was actually an Asian girl in the audience, emphasizing her ethnicity with a "Oriental is not Asian" T-shirt (-_-) bouncing happily to the music. Another first for me, I suppose. 0_o
MARCHING BAND SHIRT. hohoho.
Note to Brandon: keep your band t-shirt, it may just come in handy when, you, uhhh, decide to put your tromboning skillz to good use in a ska band!
How festive a facial pose!
Psh. Your socks, dear drummer, are boring.
& FINAL BAND PIC!
Hooray. Time wasting is complete!
Shows, of course, are not the only activity that have filled my schedule, but all else that has occured is hardly worthy of mention. Brandon & I somehow found activities with which to busy ourselves, seeing movies, going putt-putting with teh Jimbo, & getting nowhere in useless video games. Drivers Ed never fails in its tedium, and if not for the occasional snide remarks of Aaron, Kyle, and Megan, I may just fade into the anonymous pile of idiots who populate the class. My first driving experience was uneventful (with my according suckage), and I still have 5 more hours with the distracted, depressed Mrs. Demea before I can "graduate." What fun.
On second thought, I may just be thankful for Boston. Otherwise, I may just retire to my CD player as salvation from this mid-summer lull. Cheers, all. I'll be back with bagfuls of crap -- hope a bit is for you!
&KYLE!! Upon my first listen to Vespertine, I couldn't get past the qualities of Bjork's music shared with Alanis's "So-Called Chaos," [song, not album], both with floaty, non-memorable vocals & rhythm track. But second time around, it's actually, in one way or another, acceptable. Maybe it's my inner Scandinavian or my fondness for all genres of electronica & ambient noise, but I found myself appreciating It's Not Up to You, Pagan Poetry, Unison, and, despite your warning, Heirloom; there's something about that sort of music that stirs up personal illusions of profundity, so it's the perfect accompaniment to any sort of contemplative mood. Don't get me wrong, however: it's still strange, & I doubt you could shove me into Medulla and get any sort of positive reaction. Ah well, I nonetheless decided to click around through her website, and I adore the newer album designs. If anything, I commend you for listening to an artist with such edgy taste in photography.
Brandon also wishes me to tell you that he, as I played the cd for him over the phone, enjoyed the music as well, and would much prefer Bjork instead of the speed metal I played for him later on. hehe.
I NEED AT LEAST 1 HOUR OF SLEEP BEFORE AIRPLANES! Goodbye.
SUPERSUPER&PS:
HIDDEN IN PLAIN VIEW
+THE ACADEMY IS, SPITALFIELD, & OVER IT
THE BLIND PIG; 208 S FIRST ST; ANN ARBOR, MI
THU AUG 25, 2005
DOORS 8PM
GENERAL ADMISSION US $12.00
ALL AGES
I ♥ all of these bands, what better a show could I ask for? Dear Brandon &/or Kyle &/or Livvi (if you ever return from your infinite vacations/camps), COME WITH ME! I realize that I should be soured to inviting the lot of you at this point, since none of you have any interest in seeing or even permission to see these bands live, but another Roses Are Red-like event would be a wonderful conclusion to the summer. We could explore Ann Arbor as pre-show entertainment, and this could be the makings of a real, potential-filled event. BUT! This time, if anyone cares to go, I need absolute assurance, as I do not want to anger my dad for having to waste another $30 in unused tickets. Capeshe? :]
Now, really, I must ready myself for the airport. Farewell! ♥