Even if My Respiratory Tract Sucks, Yann Tiersen does not.
Today was the first day I've taken a real walk this week. Okay, that's not quite true; I walked to Rachel and Buzzy's on Tuesday. I've never had such terrible allergies in my entire life. I'm starting to feel it in my chest, which doesn't necessarily mean that I've contracted yet another sinus infection that I'm desperately hoping is allergies, but it might. My inner ear has been so off, I almost fainted at the Yann Tiersen concert I went to last night (more on that in a second) when the opening act decided to descend into pure noise. No, I don't mean that in a snarky way: They intentionally were trying to create as much really loud noise as they possibly could. The problem was that it was loud even for a concert, so loud that I could feel my ear drums vibrating. Needless to say: I've been better.
Yann Tiersan, on the other hand, is my new god. I only knew him as the composer of the Amelie soundtrack, but I didn't realize that in addition to that work of brilliance, he also performed rock pieces, electric pieces, alternative ballads, and a whole diverse number of styles that he somehow manages to blend seamlessly into a fantastic 2-hour set. And his violin playing rivals my beloved Andrew Birds. It pains me to say that, yes. But Yann is truly fantastic. LOOK SEE! I really have a huge burning desire to go out and buy every single one of his CDs ever right now. But I can't afford them.
Also, in the fine Steph and Taylor tradition of making ridiculously complicated dishes on Fridays, tomorrow is: Chili cornmeal-encrusted tofu po-boy night! Who's psyched? Make that a me.
In other news: You idiots, the Swine Flu comes from Mexico NOT Mexicans.
There's a difference. Learn it.
Yann Tiersan, on the other hand, is my new god. I only knew him as the composer of the Amelie soundtrack, but I didn't realize that in addition to that work of brilliance, he also performed rock pieces, electric pieces, alternative ballads, and a whole diverse number of styles that he somehow manages to blend seamlessly into a fantastic 2-hour set. And his violin playing rivals my beloved Andrew Birds. It pains me to say that, yes. But Yann is truly fantastic. LOOK SEE! I really have a huge burning desire to go out and buy every single one of his CDs ever right now. But I can't afford them.
Also, in the fine Steph and Taylor tradition of making ridiculously complicated dishes on Fridays, tomorrow is: Chili cornmeal-encrusted tofu po-boy night! Who's psyched? Make that a me.
In other news: You idiots, the Swine Flu comes from Mexico NOT Mexicans.
There's a difference. Learn it.