well.
So I went to see this little British guy on Saturday. He wears funny glasses, has a mind-bending (don't worry; it won't break) sense of humor and a knack for performing. His name? Elvis Costello.
About the show: first and foremost, I was EXTREMELY nieve. I envisioned the man and his band ripping through song after song (the show started at 11:00 P.M.) until the wee hours of the morning, with numerous encores. Had I been SMART and taken into consideration that the man had played three prior shows in a mere two days, I would've been much less disappointed. Nevertheless, as he, Steve Nieve (ah! how apt) and those other motherfuckers left the stage, I was very let down as I saw the drum kit being ripped apart.
So enough about my haughty preconceptions; the show! The show was...perplexing. First of all, though, he opened the set with one of my favorite favorite FAVORITE songs: "I Hope You're Happy Now." I was so pleasantly surprised and overcome with joy that I could seriously barely contain myself. Otherwise, while he played one song from Get Happy!!! ("Temptation?"), the rest were either new songs (which were okay) or big hits from the first few albums ("Alison," "Pump it Up," "Radio Radio," "Watching the Detectives," "What's so Funny About Peace Love and Understanding," and "Angels Wanna Wear my Red Shoes.") I was definitely NOT expecting that.
So old people are weird. Being at the 21+ show, I felt like an outsider looking in. I DON'T WANT TO GROW UP. First of all, the "people watching" before and after the show was frustratingly boring and sad. SECOND of all, half of the people there looked like they were dragged by their feet with their respective spouses; one guy in my vicinity even had his fingers in his ear during half of the set! And thirdly, the people who were into it looked like complete assholes. They could have passed for either extras in Office Space or new-age suburbanites.
If the shows had been 18+, it would've been a MUCH better atmosphere, I think anyway.
Other than that, not much else can be said. While it seems as if I didn't enjoy the experience, don't be fooled: I did. Elvis rocked my fucking face off and I feel like I not only got my $24 worth, but that making the fake I.D. too was more than worth the trouble.
Thanks Tristan, if you hadn't been such a bitchin' crony, I wouldn't have even gotten to go. MAD props for being the most technologically savvy person I know.
...on a different note, there's this one ballad that I heard on the new Kweller album that MAKES ME MELT. If anyone knows the title (the first verse is about killing niggas), let me know. I saw Kill Bill Deux earlier and it, like E.C., rocked my fucking face off.
Oh, and I'm doing a research paper on Tupac Shakur...
....and I'm excited.
About the show: first and foremost, I was EXTREMELY nieve. I envisioned the man and his band ripping through song after song (the show started at 11:00 P.M.) until the wee hours of the morning, with numerous encores. Had I been SMART and taken into consideration that the man had played three prior shows in a mere two days, I would've been much less disappointed. Nevertheless, as he, Steve Nieve (ah! how apt) and those other motherfuckers left the stage, I was very let down as I saw the drum kit being ripped apart.
So enough about my haughty preconceptions; the show! The show was...perplexing. First of all, though, he opened the set with one of my favorite favorite FAVORITE songs: "I Hope You're Happy Now." I was so pleasantly surprised and overcome with joy that I could seriously barely contain myself. Otherwise, while he played one song from Get Happy!!! ("Temptation?"), the rest were either new songs (which were okay) or big hits from the first few albums ("Alison," "Pump it Up," "Radio Radio," "Watching the Detectives," "What's so Funny About Peace Love and Understanding," and "Angels Wanna Wear my Red Shoes.") I was definitely NOT expecting that.
So old people are weird. Being at the 21+ show, I felt like an outsider looking in. I DON'T WANT TO GROW UP. First of all, the "people watching" before and after the show was frustratingly boring and sad. SECOND of all, half of the people there looked like they were dragged by their feet with their respective spouses; one guy in my vicinity even had his fingers in his ear during half of the set! And thirdly, the people who were into it looked like complete assholes. They could have passed for either extras in Office Space or new-age suburbanites.
If the shows had been 18+, it would've been a MUCH better atmosphere, I think anyway.
Other than that, not much else can be said. While it seems as if I didn't enjoy the experience, don't be fooled: I did. Elvis rocked my fucking face off and I feel like I not only got my $24 worth, but that making the fake I.D. too was more than worth the trouble.
Thanks Tristan, if you hadn't been such a bitchin' crony, I wouldn't have even gotten to go. MAD props for being the most technologically savvy person I know.
...on a different note, there's this one ballad that I heard on the new Kweller album that MAKES ME MELT. If anyone knows the title (the first verse is about killing niggas), let me know. I saw Kill Bill Deux earlier and it, like E.C., rocked my fucking face off.
Oh, and I'm doing a research paper on Tupac Shakur...
....and I'm excited.