Feeling a little left out
Anymore, it's getting harder and harder to work up the energy to go out. I enjoy hitting the shops and shooting the shit when I go look at comics and books and records, but when it comes to shows, I just have a hard time working up the energy. wtcits put it pretty well in his last post. I do hate being an adult, but the fact of the matter is that I've had a pretty good life thus far, and much as I hate to admit it, I'm fucking jaded.
It's really goddamn hard for anything to affect me worth a damn. I've seen some great shows, and what made a lot of those shows great was that it was all new. I've seen a lot of shows. not as many as some folks I know, but more than most. Giving up my couch and pajamas to trek to another town means that I'm really hoping for a great show. Something mindblowing. And, really - the chances of me seeing something fresh and exciting get less and less as time goes by.
The only reasons I'm even going to see Ultimate Fakebook tonight are A) I'm on the list for press, and get to shoot photos (which I never did) and B) they're promising a fucking rock show, the kind they always wanted to do, but never had the stage for. There's a part of me that remembers them playing the Klammies years back and what they were able to do then as just a three piece and time enough for three songs, and just fucking knows that this might be the show to get me jazzed about live music again.
SXSW came close, but it was fucking overload. The sheer number of fantastically great shows going on simultaneously ruins anyone for just going out. If a band sucked, or you were bored, there were another dozen shows that were better going on right then. Coming back to Lawrence and having one option that may or may not have been worth the five dollar cover at the Jackpot sorta lacked any appeal.
It's really goddamn hard for anything to affect me worth a damn. I've seen some great shows, and what made a lot of those shows great was that it was all new. I've seen a lot of shows. not as many as some folks I know, but more than most. Giving up my couch and pajamas to trek to another town means that I'm really hoping for a great show. Something mindblowing. And, really - the chances of me seeing something fresh and exciting get less and less as time goes by.
The only reasons I'm even going to see Ultimate Fakebook tonight are A) I'm on the list for press, and get to shoot photos (which I never did) and B) they're promising a fucking rock show, the kind they always wanted to do, but never had the stage for. There's a part of me that remembers them playing the Klammies years back and what they were able to do then as just a three piece and time enough for three songs, and just fucking knows that this might be the show to get me jazzed about live music again.
SXSW came close, but it was fucking overload. The sheer number of fantastically great shows going on simultaneously ruins anyone for just going out. If a band sucked, or you were bored, there were another dozen shows that were better going on right then. Coming back to Lawrence and having one option that may or may not have been worth the five dollar cover at the Jackpot sorta lacked any appeal.