Also there was this concert
Dec. 12th, 2010 09:36 amThere's this band, and a few years ago I didn't want to be in love with them but now I'm TOTALLY IN LOVE WITH THEM AND THAT'S JUST HOW THE WORLD WORKS. And Friday night
starlady and
damned_colonial and I all trekked down to the cultural wasteland that is San Jose to see them in a soulless stadium show, but they were MY BAND and I LOVE THEM. [starlady's post] [damned_colonial's post]
damned_colonial and I met up at work, and took a few forms of public transportation while attached by her iPhone and headphone splitter and rocking out to some band you might have heard of. We met up with
starlady and went into the doom-sized venue of doom after being metal detected, etc. The last time I was at the venue it was for a hockey game, and also once I think I saw Disney on ice there as a small child? Anyway, HUGENESS OF VENUETUDE. Which we knew about in advance, so ::shrug::
So, there were some bands, and they played: Broken Bells was really good music, but they had all the stage presence of a damp rag, so I think I might go in pursuit of their album, but will probably never plan on seeing them live again. The Black Keys were pretty good, but I was oddly fixated on what the red lights did to the lead singer's red facial hair and don't really have any other strong memories. Pheonix was also really good, but they had MEGA OVERBOARD lighting design and I felt like I was watching a light show with musical accompaniment instead of a band being lit.
AND THEN THERE WAS THIS ONE BAND. This band that I might be A LITTLE BIT IN LOVE WITH. Ray, with his yoga poses and MASSIVE HEADBANGING (omg his hair is getting sooo long). And Mikey, with his lesbian hair and his glitter bass and his FACE. And Frank and the way he rocks the fuck out like he doesn't know there's an audience. And GERARD. Um, hi Gerard.
As I told
oliviacirce the performance was generally pretty quality and workmanlike, if lacking a bit of heart, but I'm guessing that's just a matter of giant but unfilled stadium with an audience some of whose souls Gerard doesn't already own, and the relatively short set, etc. I really need to get tickets for the spring tour so I can see them in actual action.
Probably the best part of the evening was between numbers, tagging around after
damned_colonial while she played button fairy and bestowed killjoys buttons on all the killjoys she could find. TEENAGE KILLJOYS MAKE ME SO HAPPY, all dressed up in their junkpunk costumes for a night out. I never would have been brave enough to do that as a teenager, so I just contented myself with making hearthands at them while they jumped up and down and squealed and hugged Skud.
We didn't stick around for Smashing Pumpkins, which, well, I was willing to be sold on them but if I managed to miss out through the entire 90s it probably wasn't going to happen for me this weekend either. Instead we headed back north, taking a brief stop to get eaten by suburbs and to eat In'N'Out in return.
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So, there were some bands, and they played: Broken Bells was really good music, but they had all the stage presence of a damp rag, so I think I might go in pursuit of their album, but will probably never plan on seeing them live again. The Black Keys were pretty good, but I was oddly fixated on what the red lights did to the lead singer's red facial hair and don't really have any other strong memories. Pheonix was also really good, but they had MEGA OVERBOARD lighting design and I felt like I was watching a light show with musical accompaniment instead of a band being lit.
AND THEN THERE WAS THIS ONE BAND. This band that I might be A LITTLE BIT IN LOVE WITH. Ray, with his yoga poses and MASSIVE HEADBANGING (omg his hair is getting sooo long). And Mikey, with his lesbian hair and his glitter bass and his FACE. And Frank and the way he rocks the fuck out like he doesn't know there's an audience. And GERARD. Um, hi Gerard.
As I told
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We didn't stick around for Smashing Pumpkins, which, well, I was willing to be sold on them but if I managed to miss out through the entire 90s it probably wasn't going to happen for me this weekend either. Instead we headed back north, taking a brief stop to get eaten by suburbs and to eat In'N'Out in return.