I should be sleeping...
But I'm too busy being in love...
What? You thought perhaps I was speaking of a male? Ha! It is impossible for a mere human to inspire such joy in my heart. Unless, perhaps, his name is Steve Madden.
I kid, I kid...But the boots are mine! Sweet Success! And Sweet Excess! And now, I am broke again, in the name of barely affordable fashion.
Segueway, because I'm awake anyway:
Sadly, I was unable to take pictures of the Puffy concert. So google imaging did the work for me. Cut to be polite.
As you can imagine, it was fantabulous. Three quarters of the audience were Japanese (and some Korean) people that came out of the woodwork, all dressed better than any hipster could dream (seriously...it's kind of ridiculous how well Japanese girls can layer and accessorize. The best Americans came up with was the whole layered polo shirt thing...popped collars ::barf::...). The rest of the audience was made up of children who watch their TV show and were escorted by parents, a few hipsters for the benefit of gaining scene points through ironic apathy, and myself, my sister, Marissa and Michelle and other anime-loving, J-pop listening American teenagers.
The band tried to talk to the audience in English, which was cute, since they were reading from notes they had written down earlier. But most of the audience just started talking to them in Japanese which both surprised and made the band happy and there was actually a point where the show stopped for two minutes because Yumi and some guy were having a full-on conversation. He kept asking her stuff liek what she had to eat today, did she like it. They seemed really amused by it all. Some guy yelled out: "Speak in English!" It was soooo funny. (Note: I don't actually like using "sooooo", but using the word "funny" by itself does not in any way convey the actual level of amused I was. Anyone who's seen Igby Goes Down knows what I mean)
They did about an hour and a half set. I jumped until I could not jump anymore. Then they came out and did a three song encore in which they covered Green Day. "Basket Case" never sounded so good as when two Japanese girls sang it with a fantastic light show and accents that will be adorable no matter how old they get.
Also, the opening band sucked to ridiulous levels. Marissa and I liked the drummer because if you put him in a black wizard robe he'd be something straight out of a punk rock Harry Potter book. He got props and needs to leave this band so he can actually go somewhere in life. The bassist was like a bad Nick Zinner imitation, trying to stand there and do the whole "New York cool" shit, but unfortunately, that only works if your band doesn't suck. And he lacked the awesome hair. Finally, the lead singer looked (and sounded) like what would happen if Chris Carraba was in The Bravery, complete with bad do-it-yourself fauxhawk and "I'm trying to appeal to the goths and emo kids---at the same time!" eyeliner and whining. And there was a big pink belt, but my sister felt that to be his only redeeming quality. I'm sorry, but if you are wearing eyeliner and carrying an acoustic guitar, it's generally a recipe for disaster. Pick one, stick with it, done.
The crap excuse for a New York band played the same song about five times and then for the sixth rendition, the leader went electric (ooooOOOoooo..."Now I decided to be all powerful and manly and finish strong...::tiger grrrrr::...").
The last song was like really bad sex. It started out strong and got our hopes up, then dropped off and got you pissed because damn, you thought this time they'd get the performance right. Then they sort of did their thing while we waited for them to hurry the hell up and finish, but soon, there's a "what the hell" moment where they just try some weird shit that you're just not feeling and then they sort of get back on track and then, hey, yeah, they're really back on track and you're really feeling it...But before you know it they're done and you're left unsatisfied.
In closing, boots nice, Puffy great, what the hell has happened to the quality of NYC bands? Overall, feeling much better about life. Wishing everyone the same. Night all.
What? You thought perhaps I was speaking of a male? Ha! It is impossible for a mere human to inspire such joy in my heart. Unless, perhaps, his name is Steve Madden.
I kid, I kid...But the boots are mine! Sweet Success! And Sweet Excess! And now, I am broke again, in the name of barely affordable fashion.
Segueway, because I'm awake anyway:
Sadly, I was unable to take pictures of the Puffy concert. So google imaging did the work for me. Cut to be polite.
As you can imagine, it was fantabulous. Three quarters of the audience were Japanese (and some Korean) people that came out of the woodwork, all dressed better than any hipster could dream (seriously...it's kind of ridiculous how well Japanese girls can layer and accessorize. The best Americans came up with was the whole layered polo shirt thing...popped collars ::barf::...). The rest of the audience was made up of children who watch their TV show and were escorted by parents, a few hipsters for the benefit of gaining scene points through ironic apathy, and myself, my sister, Marissa and Michelle and other anime-loving, J-pop listening American teenagers.
The band tried to talk to the audience in English, which was cute, since they were reading from notes they had written down earlier. But most of the audience just started talking to them in Japanese which both surprised and made the band happy and there was actually a point where the show stopped for two minutes because Yumi and some guy were having a full-on conversation. He kept asking her stuff liek what she had to eat today, did she like it. They seemed really amused by it all. Some guy yelled out: "Speak in English!" It was soooo funny. (Note: I don't actually like using "sooooo", but using the word "funny" by itself does not in any way convey the actual level of amused I was. Anyone who's seen Igby Goes Down knows what I mean)
They did about an hour and a half set. I jumped until I could not jump anymore. Then they came out and did a three song encore in which they covered Green Day. "Basket Case" never sounded so good as when two Japanese girls sang it with a fantastic light show and accents that will be adorable no matter how old they get.
Also, the opening band sucked to ridiulous levels. Marissa and I liked the drummer because if you put him in a black wizard robe he'd be something straight out of a punk rock Harry Potter book. He got props and needs to leave this band so he can actually go somewhere in life. The bassist was like a bad Nick Zinner imitation, trying to stand there and do the whole "New York cool" shit, but unfortunately, that only works if your band doesn't suck. And he lacked the awesome hair. Finally, the lead singer looked (and sounded) like what would happen if Chris Carraba was in The Bravery, complete with bad do-it-yourself fauxhawk and "I'm trying to appeal to the goths and emo kids---at the same time!" eyeliner and whining. And there was a big pink belt, but my sister felt that to be his only redeeming quality. I'm sorry, but if you are wearing eyeliner and carrying an acoustic guitar, it's generally a recipe for disaster. Pick one, stick with it, done.
The crap excuse for a New York band played the same song about five times and then for the sixth rendition, the leader went electric (ooooOOOoooo..."Now I decided to be all powerful and manly and finish strong...::tiger grrrrr::...").
The last song was like really bad sex. It started out strong and got our hopes up, then dropped off and got you pissed because damn, you thought this time they'd get the performance right. Then they sort of did their thing while we waited for them to hurry the hell up and finish, but soon, there's a "what the hell" moment where they just try some weird shit that you're just not feeling and then they sort of get back on track and then, hey, yeah, they're really back on track and you're really feeling it...But before you know it they're done and you're left unsatisfied.
In closing, boots nice, Puffy great, what the hell has happened to the quality of NYC bands? Overall, feeling much better about life. Wishing everyone the same. Night all.