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Last night took my little brother to go see Metric. The band has really improved their act in the 2+ years since I last saw them in what I just thinkg was an off night at the Troubadaour. Well, last night they were energized and tight and a general blast to listen to.
I don't think I've seen a chick ratio like that since the Tori Amos Little Earthquakes tour. (My little sis saw Clap You Hands Say Yeah last night, and said *that* show was mostly boys....)
My little bro, Eliav, who is 15, told me he recognized one of the girls from the bus ride to Hollywood.
Well, 15 minutes later, we're on the patio during the break and the same girl walks up to us: she's a cute little speck of a thing, and she totally strikes up a conversation him. "Hey, you were on my bus!." I'm telling you, eager LJers, that girl wanted my brother.
She was with some friends, and as the group of all of them chatted together, boy did I feel old. Old old old old od.
I didn't want to be an ass, so I introduced myself.
"Hi, I'm Eitan."
This one skinny kid in Hot Topic couture looked at me like I was his dad...
Well, things were going well enough for Eliav until the girl asked what grade he was in.
"9th."
She looked like she had just stepped barefoot into a dog poo.
and that, as they say, was that.
But what can you do? No 11th grade girl is gonna want to mack on an 9th grade boy.
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The band was doing jazzed up and rocked-out versions of their songs all night, which was great by me, since if I want to hear note-for-note reproductions, I'll play the cd. It was great, except for one unfortunate and surprising descent into wankery during the encore. They closed with an amped up take on "Dead Disco" one of the Big Hits, except when they got to the bridge, they shifted gears completely into what started as some sort of spacey jam and then progressively got slower and slower and slower and I kept thinking "okay, they're gonna bring it up now" only they never did, and the song went on for like 10 fucking minutes (dude, this isn't a Fela song) until, when they finally *did* bring it back up, all the energy had been sucked from the room.
It seemed a strange lapse in showmanship from an otherwise taut group.
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also, please go here:
http://www.salon.com/ent/video_dog/
I don't think I've seen a chick ratio like that since the Tori Amos Little Earthquakes tour. (My little sis saw Clap You Hands Say Yeah last night, and said *that* show was mostly boys....)
My little bro, Eliav, who is 15, told me he recognized one of the girls from the bus ride to Hollywood.
Well, 15 minutes later, we're on the patio during the break and the same girl walks up to us: she's a cute little speck of a thing, and she totally strikes up a conversation him. "Hey, you were on my bus!." I'm telling you, eager LJers, that girl wanted my brother.
She was with some friends, and as the group of all of them chatted together, boy did I feel old. Old old old old od.
I didn't want to be an ass, so I introduced myself.
"Hi, I'm Eitan."
This one skinny kid in Hot Topic couture looked at me like I was his dad...
Well, things were going well enough for Eliav until the girl asked what grade he was in.
"9th."
She looked like she had just stepped barefoot into a dog poo.
and that, as they say, was that.
But what can you do? No 11th grade girl is gonna want to mack on an 9th grade boy.
**
The band was doing jazzed up and rocked-out versions of their songs all night, which was great by me, since if I want to hear note-for-note reproductions, I'll play the cd. It was great, except for one unfortunate and surprising descent into wankery during the encore. They closed with an amped up take on "Dead Disco" one of the Big Hits, except when they got to the bridge, they shifted gears completely into what started as some sort of spacey jam and then progressively got slower and slower and slower and I kept thinking "okay, they're gonna bring it up now" only they never did, and the song went on for like 10 fucking minutes (dude, this isn't a Fela song) until, when they finally *did* bring it back up, all the energy had been sucked from the room.
It seemed a strange lapse in showmanship from an otherwise taut group.
**
**
also, please go here:
http://www.salon.com/ent/video_dog/