Track, er--Falling Star
Went to see Track Star last night.
It wasn't them, I swear it. It couldn't have been them, couldn't have...
Track Star is a band that I literally listen to EVERYDAY. It's the CD I've got in the car, and because I'm usually too forgetful to bring much of anything else with me to the car (unless I've got someone else who will be riding along to remind me), I leave and turn on the CD player and it always starts rockin' it to Track Star. And that's perfectly alright with me. As a matter of fact, my Track Star CD was the 1st CD I even put in the car once I got a CD player in there. And before I got the CD, I had made a tape of it to play in the tape deck. And before that...whatever. The point is, I feel fucking close to these guys. I know every lyric, every scream. Enough said.
So I guess they've only got one album. And it's been out for awhile. And they did tour a few years back, but I haven't been able to find any info anywhere about when they'd ever be playing. So when I heard about last night's show at Koo's Cafe, I was into it. I'd been to Koo's once, to see Dreamboy & his band play (I even thought he'd be there last night, but it wasn't so. *sigh*) and I wasn't all that impressed with the venue, because it's just an old gutted-out house in the middle of Santa Ana (getting me to Orange County is a feat in itself) and it's all ages (which is fine with me, the underaged deserve every right to catch a quality show). But I figured the up-side would be that the place is TINY and it would be such a cool place to see Track Star, real intimate-like. So I rallied up my 2 closest girlfriends (as a support system if Dreamboy was there) and we were off to hear some screamin' by 2 boys who love to play guitars.
Um...well, this time was a little different. Apparently, Koo's has turned into a hardcore YOUTH CENTER. It's a place kids can go to be sober and hang out and do stuff like drink coffee and work on safe sex campaigns, etc. There's pamphlets in what used to be the living room, free condoms in the bathroom, and diet cokes for sale at the snack bar. It's great. I think it's awesome that these kids have such a cool place to hang. But it's sorta NOT cool when you're 25 years old and you show up at 8 o'clock on a Sunday night, smoking cigarettes and feeling buzzed. I felt like a jerk. Everyone there was like 16. Once again, that's not a bad thing at all, but it sure did make me and my friends feel a tad bit uncomfortable. Yeah. That's the word.
But nothing was gonna stop me from seeing Track Star.
I see them come out, I'm pretty sure it's them, and once they did the mic check, I recognized the voice right away. I find a cozy spot in the corner and I'm ready to check it out. They start playing, and I don't recognize anything right away, but it still seems real high-energy and I figure maybe, just maybe, they'll tell us after this that what they were playing was gonna be on an upcoming album or something (Oh, only if!). By the 3rd or 4th song, I'm thinking to myself, What the fuck is this? It wasn't sounding good at all, and they were having a LOT of trouble getting the levels set right. (They're REALLY loud, and Koo's is VERY small. It was just too much for the living room of this old house. Horrible screeching feedback, barely audible lyrics, etc.) By the 5th song or so, I suddenly realized that I DID know what they were playing, it just sounded really BAD.
That pretty much says it all. And I hate saying it. I don't care who's playing, 9 times out of 10, if it's live, I just really enjoy it. But man, this wasn't necessarily bad, it was just completely disappointing. And that rarely happens. I'm glad it's rare, 'cause it SUCKS. The only other show that comes to mid where I left feeling the same way was Pedro the Lion. YAWN. That was the most boring show I'd ever been to in my entire life. Terrible. I was completely bored and couldn't wait for it to be over. Ever since that night, my Pedro the Lion CD has been collecting dust.
Oh well. I don't think I'll stop listening to Track Star though. Maybe I'll just convince myself that the band last night was an untalented group of impostors. And if that doesn't get me over it, Granddaddy will rock my socks next month.
It wasn't them, I swear it. It couldn't have been them, couldn't have...
Track Star is a band that I literally listen to EVERYDAY. It's the CD I've got in the car, and because I'm usually too forgetful to bring much of anything else with me to the car (unless I've got someone else who will be riding along to remind me), I leave and turn on the CD player and it always starts rockin' it to Track Star. And that's perfectly alright with me. As a matter of fact, my Track Star CD was the 1st CD I even put in the car once I got a CD player in there. And before I got the CD, I had made a tape of it to play in the tape deck. And before that...whatever. The point is, I feel fucking close to these guys. I know every lyric, every scream. Enough said.
So I guess they've only got one album. And it's been out for awhile. And they did tour a few years back, but I haven't been able to find any info anywhere about when they'd ever be playing. So when I heard about last night's show at Koo's Cafe, I was into it. I'd been to Koo's once, to see Dreamboy & his band play (I even thought he'd be there last night, but it wasn't so. *sigh*) and I wasn't all that impressed with the venue, because it's just an old gutted-out house in the middle of Santa Ana (getting me to Orange County is a feat in itself) and it's all ages (which is fine with me, the underaged deserve every right to catch a quality show). But I figured the up-side would be that the place is TINY and it would be such a cool place to see Track Star, real intimate-like. So I rallied up my 2 closest girlfriends (as a support system if Dreamboy was there) and we were off to hear some screamin' by 2 boys who love to play guitars.
Um...well, this time was a little different. Apparently, Koo's has turned into a hardcore YOUTH CENTER. It's a place kids can go to be sober and hang out and do stuff like drink coffee and work on safe sex campaigns, etc. There's pamphlets in what used to be the living room, free condoms in the bathroom, and diet cokes for sale at the snack bar. It's great. I think it's awesome that these kids have such a cool place to hang. But it's sorta NOT cool when you're 25 years old and you show up at 8 o'clock on a Sunday night, smoking cigarettes and feeling buzzed. I felt like a jerk. Everyone there was like 16. Once again, that's not a bad thing at all, but it sure did make me and my friends feel a tad bit uncomfortable. Yeah. That's the word.
But nothing was gonna stop me from seeing Track Star.
I see them come out, I'm pretty sure it's them, and once they did the mic check, I recognized the voice right away. I find a cozy spot in the corner and I'm ready to check it out. They start playing, and I don't recognize anything right away, but it still seems real high-energy and I figure maybe, just maybe, they'll tell us after this that what they were playing was gonna be on an upcoming album or something (Oh, only if!). By the 3rd or 4th song, I'm thinking to myself, What the fuck is this? It wasn't sounding good at all, and they were having a LOT of trouble getting the levels set right. (They're REALLY loud, and Koo's is VERY small. It was just too much for the living room of this old house. Horrible screeching feedback, barely audible lyrics, etc.) By the 5th song or so, I suddenly realized that I DID know what they were playing, it just sounded really BAD.
That pretty much says it all. And I hate saying it. I don't care who's playing, 9 times out of 10, if it's live, I just really enjoy it. But man, this wasn't necessarily bad, it was just completely disappointing. And that rarely happens. I'm glad it's rare, 'cause it SUCKS. The only other show that comes to mid where I left feeling the same way was Pedro the Lion. YAWN. That was the most boring show I'd ever been to in my entire life. Terrible. I was completely bored and couldn't wait for it to be over. Ever since that night, my Pedro the Lion CD has been collecting dust.
Oh well. I don't think I'll stop listening to Track Star though. Maybe I'll just convince myself that the band last night was an untalented group of impostors. And if that doesn't get me over it, Granddaddy will rock my socks next month.