Phoenix, AZ...where the cacti come to fornicate
It's Phoenix, Arizona, home of The Format. After not having an experience for a while, you forget the intense feeling that experience can elicit. A Format show is one of these experiences. Their ability to promote joyus tunes is unmatchable by standard bands (Limbeck, RXB, The Exit and others are not standard bands, just so we're clear). And their Flagstaff set was made even more awesome due to a number of things.
1) Anathallo from Michigan was one of the openers and were true blow dooreres. They also accompanied the format on their newer songs, seeing as these track have many layers and require the extra hands and vocal chords
2) People were throwing little things on stage, and Nate made a comment that Tuscon came with a lot of gifts tonight. We were in Flagstaff, it was true Spinaltap. He repeated a similar sentimant later as a joke, no one really got it. I was laughing
3) I met someone to tap toes with. And while tappin toes at a format show is enough to make you smile, tappin toes with someone else at a format show is enough to make you smile even more.
4) Knowing that this isnt the last great band I'm slotted to see, the fun times are far from over. (RX Bandits - July 26th in San Francisco.)
5) And the last realization of awesomness, this is not the last time I will get to see The Format this summer, and the next time I do, it will be in chicago, with people I've tapped toes with ever since I've been tappin toes. I can not be more excited for Aug. 18th.
Before the show, on my way to the NAU library, I was stopped by some Canadian hitch-hikers lookin for herb, which, I'm sorry for them, didn't have any. Interestingly enough, as I'm coming out of the, they came right by me one the Flagstaff street. It was this second run in that instigated some gettin to-know-yous. Nice dudes, comin from Montreal to California and back. Cameron and Todd were their names, and they were accompanied by Derek, a Tennesse native that had picked them up a few days prior. Cameron was a real life Noise Maker, or so his local press claimed, and he was deinied at a bar because he didn't have a passport, though he did have his drivers licence, health card and ATM card, I was saddened by this lack of respect for my new friend. Cameron was chill, while Todd was a bit more vocal, put them together and you have a Canadian Al Konik.
I stayed in a parking lot near the train station that night, which was smart, for a train came every 20 min or so all night, this way I would not be provided the luxuray of contious sleep, but would be able to enjoy the ever growing number of cherries on the ground, dropped from the tree the Fit and I were under.
I've been in Pheonix for almost two days, and am heading to Laguna Hills, California tomorrow, possibly stopping somewhere on the way, any suggestions leave with my secretary, 847-977-1591.
It is time for apple pie and ice cream, I love the desert. I really do, it's a place like none other, with beauty so raw that it leaves no room for interpretation. The desert lays it all out there for you, the rocks, hills sand and plants, and all you have to do is hear the wind and smell the heat, and you realize that this is simplicity at its best. The desert vegetation survives on so little, that you can't help but be impressed, especially after I look at all I need to survive, food, water, music, foosball, frisbee, dirty thoughts, Tony Hawk Pro Skater 4 or Underground, films, hugs, toe tappin...cacti need none of these things, with the excpetion of water, and maybe the thoughts.
I just look out in to the AZ hills and wonder how so many people's first reaction to the desert is, strip it, we need a Cold Stone and Noodles and Co. pronto. And while I love my Fresca, the goal is coexisting, not conqourization.
Tony G- I'm not sure on the trade terms yet, we can hammer it out over a Russian cigar at some point. The record is "Peace, Love and Death Metal"
Christopher- I belive that while I would love the Eagles in my collection, this is a record that the man who introduced me to them, and has a slue of experiences tied to them, deserves before I take a copy for myself. I know he would do the same for me.
The Fit isd desdined for the Pacific, will her new oil change and ever incresaing gas milage provide her owner with an experience that will yeild lessons to be learned later in life. Time will tell. - Jimmy Cliff Your future is unwrittin. - Natasha B.
Peace to those who cut it down and tear it up when cuttin is all they can do on this hot ol' day, and tearin' ain't nothin' but instinct to the cuttin'.
1) Anathallo from Michigan was one of the openers and were true blow dooreres. They also accompanied the format on their newer songs, seeing as these track have many layers and require the extra hands and vocal chords
2) People were throwing little things on stage, and Nate made a comment that Tuscon came with a lot of gifts tonight. We were in Flagstaff, it was true Spinaltap. He repeated a similar sentimant later as a joke, no one really got it. I was laughing
3) I met someone to tap toes with. And while tappin toes at a format show is enough to make you smile, tappin toes with someone else at a format show is enough to make you smile even more.
4) Knowing that this isnt the last great band I'm slotted to see, the fun times are far from over. (RX Bandits - July 26th in San Francisco.)
5) And the last realization of awesomness, this is not the last time I will get to see The Format this summer, and the next time I do, it will be in chicago, with people I've tapped toes with ever since I've been tappin toes. I can not be more excited for Aug. 18th.
Before the show, on my way to the NAU library, I was stopped by some Canadian hitch-hikers lookin for herb, which, I'm sorry for them, didn't have any. Interestingly enough, as I'm coming out of the, they came right by me one the Flagstaff street. It was this second run in that instigated some gettin to-know-yous. Nice dudes, comin from Montreal to California and back. Cameron and Todd were their names, and they were accompanied by Derek, a Tennesse native that had picked them up a few days prior. Cameron was a real life Noise Maker, or so his local press claimed, and he was deinied at a bar because he didn't have a passport, though he did have his drivers licence, health card and ATM card, I was saddened by this lack of respect for my new friend. Cameron was chill, while Todd was a bit more vocal, put them together and you have a Canadian Al Konik.
I stayed in a parking lot near the train station that night, which was smart, for a train came every 20 min or so all night, this way I would not be provided the luxuray of contious sleep, but would be able to enjoy the ever growing number of cherries on the ground, dropped from the tree the Fit and I were under.
I've been in Pheonix for almost two days, and am heading to Laguna Hills, California tomorrow, possibly stopping somewhere on the way, any suggestions leave with my secretary, 847-977-1591.
It is time for apple pie and ice cream, I love the desert. I really do, it's a place like none other, with beauty so raw that it leaves no room for interpretation. The desert lays it all out there for you, the rocks, hills sand and plants, and all you have to do is hear the wind and smell the heat, and you realize that this is simplicity at its best. The desert vegetation survives on so little, that you can't help but be impressed, especially after I look at all I need to survive, food, water, music, foosball, frisbee, dirty thoughts, Tony Hawk Pro Skater 4 or Underground, films, hugs, toe tappin...cacti need none of these things, with the excpetion of water, and maybe the thoughts.
I just look out in to the AZ hills and wonder how so many people's first reaction to the desert is, strip it, we need a Cold Stone and Noodles and Co. pronto. And while I love my Fresca, the goal is coexisting, not conqourization.
Tony G- I'm not sure on the trade terms yet, we can hammer it out over a Russian cigar at some point. The record is "Peace, Love and Death Metal"
Christopher- I belive that while I would love the Eagles in my collection, this is a record that the man who introduced me to them, and has a slue of experiences tied to them, deserves before I take a copy for myself. I know he would do the same for me.
The Fit isd desdined for the Pacific, will her new oil change and ever incresaing gas milage provide her owner with an experience that will yeild lessons to be learned later in life. Time will tell. - Jimmy Cliff Your future is unwrittin. - Natasha B.
Peace to those who cut it down and tear it up when cuttin is all they can do on this hot ol' day, and tearin' ain't nothin' but instinct to the cuttin'.