*Sigh*
This week's been so, so hectic.
Being busy sucks majorly, and all I want to do is nap. Unfortunately due to the fact my class is putting on (That stupid play with sixty fucking four characters) a play, I have to sew some stuff before tomorrow where the glamorous dingy, amazingly fun frightening, carefree overworked life of a theater costume designer befalls me until Friday evening...and then there's all that social junk.
This past week was unjustly tiring and terrible. Last Tuesday, my sister dragged me out to the middle of nowhere to see this concert with a busload full of hipsters. The show was Little Dragon, who collaborated on the CD "Plastic Beach" that the Gorillaz let out last year. Since my sister's a huge fan and the tickets were only 15$, we went.
We saw some friends we had met at the Gorillaz concert last November, but we didn't talk much and me and my sister basically stood around. The place itself, called Il Motore, was no bigger than a hospital waiting room and was a little on the dark side. There was a corner on the left where coat check was, but we kept our stuff and went in. It was standing room only, the stage was all of half my height.
This is when I stared to get skeptical, also, the girls behind us talking loudly didn't help either. I feared the loss of my braincells that night. It was only when the bands came on that I started to have a little more faith in the world.
The first group was Billygoat, from Portland, Oregon (because they wouldn't stop saying it), and they were all together pretty good. The music went along with animations that they had done themselves (which my sister explained to me later, that took hours, days even, to do.) Another thing that shocked me was the instruments they used! An accordion, harp, violin, and mandolin were all part of the mix. What shocked me more was that the guitarist was playing with the bow of a violin a la Malice Mizer. I got happier very quickly. Their music was really electronic and rhythmic, and went well with the messages in their animations (The environment, love and Religion were the main themes.) They played all of three songs going about thirty minutes, thanked the crowd (a little to generously IMO), and departed the stage.
We waited for no longer than 20 minutes before Little Dragon came on, simply for the fact that they were setting up. At this point, it was getting late and my feet were killing me, (Standing for for hours in impractical winter boots = not cool) and the girls in the back of us were saying stupid things AGAIN! But soon, to my happiness, Little Dragon came on. :D
Despite the name and sounding pretty awesome, Little Dragon is this Japanese woman, no taller than me with a bowl cut and GOLDEN SPARKLY LEOPARD PRINT SHOES from Sweden. Those shoes were amazing, but all fashion stuff aside, she's really cool. Her voice is rough at times, but it can be really gentle and sad. The music is really soulful, but more drum and bass than anything. She dances like a maniac, too. Her isolations are pretty cool, too. I don't know the set list, because nobody has it posted, and I've never listened to Little Dragon before, but when I heard the lyrics to this song, I was frozen in place. (Link, because Embed is being stupid: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uw9MMHHvgPM&feature=related ) I honestly think I was the only one crying in the room, but this floored me so hard. It reminded me of something that happened in August.
Since we were in the first row, I'm pretty sure she saw me bawling like a child, but that's okay, she wrote the song, afterall.
The rest went by like a blur, I know that I was happy though. I danced, laughed and just geeked out. It was the kind of concert everyone was really chill at (or just too stoned to notice) .By the time it was midnight, I had barely noticed and the concert had ended. Outside my sister and I went to quest for our ride home.
Being busy sucks majorly, and all I want to do is nap. Unfortunately due to the fact my class is putting on (That stupid play with sixty fucking four characters) a play, I have to sew some stuff before tomorrow where the glamorous dingy, amazingly fun frightening, carefree overworked life of a theater costume designer befalls me until Friday evening...and then there's all that social junk.
This past week was unjustly tiring and terrible. Last Tuesday, my sister dragged me out to the middle of nowhere to see this concert with a busload full of hipsters. The show was Little Dragon, who collaborated on the CD "Plastic Beach" that the Gorillaz let out last year. Since my sister's a huge fan and the tickets were only 15$, we went.
We saw some friends we had met at the Gorillaz concert last November, but we didn't talk much and me and my sister basically stood around. The place itself, called Il Motore, was no bigger than a hospital waiting room and was a little on the dark side. There was a corner on the left where coat check was, but we kept our stuff and went in. It was standing room only, the stage was all of half my height.
This is when I stared to get skeptical, also, the girls behind us talking loudly didn't help either. I feared the loss of my braincells that night. It was only when the bands came on that I started to have a little more faith in the world.
The first group was Billygoat, from Portland, Oregon (because they wouldn't stop saying it), and they were all together pretty good. The music went along with animations that they had done themselves (which my sister explained to me later, that took hours, days even, to do.) Another thing that shocked me was the instruments they used! An accordion, harp, violin, and mandolin were all part of the mix. What shocked me more was that the guitarist was playing with the bow of a violin a la Malice Mizer. I got happier very quickly. Their music was really electronic and rhythmic, and went well with the messages in their animations (The environment, love and Religion were the main themes.) They played all of three songs going about thirty minutes, thanked the crowd (a little to generously IMO), and departed the stage.
We waited for no longer than 20 minutes before Little Dragon came on, simply for the fact that they were setting up. At this point, it was getting late and my feet were killing me, (Standing for for hours in impractical winter boots = not cool) and the girls in the back of us were saying stupid things AGAIN! But soon, to my happiness, Little Dragon came on. :D
Despite the name and sounding pretty awesome, Little Dragon is this Japanese woman, no taller than me with a bowl cut and GOLDEN SPARKLY LEOPARD PRINT SHOES from Sweden. Those shoes were amazing, but all fashion stuff aside, she's really cool. Her voice is rough at times, but it can be really gentle and sad. The music is really soulful, but more drum and bass than anything. She dances like a maniac, too. Her isolations are pretty cool, too. I don't know the set list, because nobody has it posted, and I've never listened to Little Dragon before, but when I heard the lyrics to this song, I was frozen in place. (Link, because Embed is being stupid: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uw9MMHHvgPM&feature=related ) I honestly think I was the only one crying in the room, but this floored me so hard. It reminded me of something that happened in August.
Since we were in the first row, I'm pretty sure she saw me bawling like a child, but that's okay, she wrote the song, afterall.
The rest went by like a blur, I know that I was happy though. I danced, laughed and just geeked out. It was the kind of concert everyone was really chill at (or just too stoned to notice) .By the time it was midnight, I had barely noticed and the concert had ended. Outside my sister and I went to quest for our ride home.