Love Notes and Carnations (of the Pink sort)
Wow. What a show.
I've seen the Legendary Pink Dots a few times in the past (3 or 4 or so), but it's been several years since the last time. I tend to forget how much of an experience their shows are....with Nils and his saxophone that lights up and the incredibly diverse crowd grooving in the same space (did I just say that??). The Dots are as hard to describe as they are to classify, and those who love them love them fervently.
I met an interesting character tonight through Parks with this personality that was multi-dimensional. It was sort of like if Neil Patrick Harris had decided to do LOTS of hallucinogens instead of come out of the closet. That makes sense in my head somehow.
Anyway, at one point in the show I decided that the Dots in their more "jazzy" mode sound like a Steely Dan record with the music played at 1/2 speed and the vocals at 2x speed. Again, that makes sense in my head.
I also remembered that I had an odd, inexplicable crush on Silverman....not as big of a crush as I had on Ryan Moore (aka Twilight Dub Sound System), but still. There's this strange impish sensuality to Silverman....or maybe it's just the analogue synth bubbles talking.
Epiphany of the night, coffee followed by jaegermeister followed by chocolate is quite an interesting and pleasing taste pallet.
Oh, and while I saw the Pink Dots tonight, it was the Tear Garden that occupied the soundspace in my head for the past few days.
One of my favorite Tear Garden song lyrics behind a cut....
I sit and watch your silhouette
I wonder what you're doing
Who you're with
If you're thinking of me now
Was I just a passing phase
Did we ever really share
Did we just soliloquize
Was I ever really there
If I leave this sheltered space
Will anything be there
Will anything be there
Disinfected disconnected
Waiting in my cage for you to call
Am I living in a cage
With all the comforts I've created
When I want you here
All you do is close the blinds
And leave me crying to a shadow
Locked behind the glass
That shuts me out
That cuts me down
Memories are fading
Surely something slowly burns
Don't you yearn for just a replay for a day?
Disinfected disconnected
Waiting in my cage for you to call
I've seen the Legendary Pink Dots a few times in the past (3 or 4 or so), but it's been several years since the last time. I tend to forget how much of an experience their shows are....with Nils and his saxophone that lights up and the incredibly diverse crowd grooving in the same space (did I just say that??). The Dots are as hard to describe as they are to classify, and those who love them love them fervently.
I met an interesting character tonight through Parks with this personality that was multi-dimensional. It was sort of like if Neil Patrick Harris had decided to do LOTS of hallucinogens instead of come out of the closet. That makes sense in my head somehow.
Anyway, at one point in the show I decided that the Dots in their more "jazzy" mode sound like a Steely Dan record with the music played at 1/2 speed and the vocals at 2x speed. Again, that makes sense in my head.
I also remembered that I had an odd, inexplicable crush on Silverman....not as big of a crush as I had on Ryan Moore (aka Twilight Dub Sound System), but still. There's this strange impish sensuality to Silverman....or maybe it's just the analogue synth bubbles talking.
Epiphany of the night, coffee followed by jaegermeister followed by chocolate is quite an interesting and pleasing taste pallet.
Oh, and while I saw the Pink Dots tonight, it was the Tear Garden that occupied the soundspace in my head for the past few days.
One of my favorite Tear Garden song lyrics behind a cut....
I sit and watch your silhouette
I wonder what you're doing
Who you're with
If you're thinking of me now
Was I just a passing phase
Did we ever really share
Did we just soliloquize
Was I ever really there
If I leave this sheltered space
Will anything be there
Will anything be there
Disinfected disconnected
Waiting in my cage for you to call
Am I living in a cage
With all the comforts I've created
When I want you here
All you do is close the blinds
And leave me crying to a shadow
Locked behind the glass
That shuts me out
That cuts me down
Memories are fading
Surely something slowly burns
Don't you yearn for just a replay for a day?
Disinfected disconnected
Waiting in my cage for you to call