Got the mother and the kid, got the guy and his date..
i've just returned from the Triple Rock. I went and saw Vampire Weekend with Yacht as an opening act. After this show I have to say that it has cemented my belief that I do not belong to any social genus. I am an anomaly somewhat like Neo minus the fact that I most likely am not a christ allegory. I just don't belong to any social group be it punk kids, indie hipsters, metalheads, stoners, hip-hopers, video game nerds, movie geeks, social warriors or whatever other pigeon-hole there is. I don't belong, I just am. I've suspected this for quite some time but somehow tonight just reenforced it. I can dress the dress and walk the walk but it doesn't make it true. There isn't anyone like me that I've run across thus far. The last time I somewhat felt part of some sort of community was three years a go when I saw the Violent Femmes play a free show at the Union Terrace in Madison. The cold April wind was blowing off the lake but everyone was so happy to be there, and surrounded by oldschool Milwaukee Brewers hats and my best girl at the time, everyone singing along, I just felt so happy to be where I was at the moment. I really think that may have been the last time that I can remember really feeling like I belonged somewhere. Just an observation.
Anyways, Yacht was a one man band, just a computer and a dude on vocals/dancing. Very reminiscent of pre-"Pretty Hate Machine" Nine Inch Nails filtered through a post- WHAM! George Michael, sounds bad but it wasn't. It reenforced why makes myspace so amazing in this day and age. Any imbecile with basic knowledge of garageband can be an opening act for a so called major touring band. Its no sleight to Yacht. The guy's enthusiasm won me over. It was fun and dancey if not a bit ridiculous. And he looked like a shorter clean shaven Adam Goldberg.
To preface this I had never heard any of Vampire Weekend's music before the show. I bought tickets before I knew who they were, I just wanted something to do on a Thursday night off of work. Then the show sold out, then they had a Spin magazine cover story, then they played Saturday Night Live, etc... yet I still hadn't heard note one. I read the reviews and I must say that the comparison to "graceland era Paul Simon is quite apt. That is to say if it were filtered through a horn-less Less than Jake. indeed there were quite a few ska undertones. Overall it was fun, didn't knock my socks off or anything but then again I'd had enough whiskey that I was pretty even-keeled. Overall enjoyable but nothing to cream over.
This afternoon I biked to the Lagoon and saw Funny Games, a shot for shot remake by the director of the original movie for American audiences. Some of my friends hated it with a passion and some thought it was superior to Last House On The Left. I have to say that I really enjoyed it. Tense. Thats for damn sure. I liked how there was no hero or heroine. Just the bad guys tormenting a rich family. Some of the shots were a bit boring, not the action, just the way the camera captured it. Michael Pitt was so creepy and slimey and unfeeling. I loved his performance. I was fascinated that there was nothing redeeming about the movie, no happy ending. I repeat NO HAPPY ENDING!. just like real life. Brutal. Very refreshing compared to the ass factory that is the J-horror remakes.
Not going to Wisconsin on Sunday. Working this weekend. Just over a month and it will be my 26th birthday. Not sure what the plan is yet. I hope that something good happens. My last couple birthdays were such absolute shit. I almost just want to go comatose for the month of May until my birthday passes so I don't have to have another underwhelming experience. Then again, maybe this year will be better than the last.
smoke em if you got em
i've just returned from the Triple Rock. I went and saw Vampire Weekend with Yacht as an opening act. After this show I have to say that it has cemented my belief that I do not belong to any social genus. I am an anomaly somewhat like Neo minus the fact that I most likely am not a christ allegory. I just don't belong to any social group be it punk kids, indie hipsters, metalheads, stoners, hip-hopers, video game nerds, movie geeks, social warriors or whatever other pigeon-hole there is. I don't belong, I just am. I've suspected this for quite some time but somehow tonight just reenforced it. I can dress the dress and walk the walk but it doesn't make it true. There isn't anyone like me that I've run across thus far. The last time I somewhat felt part of some sort of community was three years a go when I saw the Violent Femmes play a free show at the Union Terrace in Madison. The cold April wind was blowing off the lake but everyone was so happy to be there, and surrounded by oldschool Milwaukee Brewers hats and my best girl at the time, everyone singing along, I just felt so happy to be where I was at the moment. I really think that may have been the last time that I can remember really feeling like I belonged somewhere. Just an observation.
Anyways, Yacht was a one man band, just a computer and a dude on vocals/dancing. Very reminiscent of pre-"Pretty Hate Machine" Nine Inch Nails filtered through a post- WHAM! George Michael, sounds bad but it wasn't. It reenforced why makes myspace so amazing in this day and age. Any imbecile with basic knowledge of garageband can be an opening act for a so called major touring band. Its no sleight to Yacht. The guy's enthusiasm won me over. It was fun and dancey if not a bit ridiculous. And he looked like a shorter clean shaven Adam Goldberg.
To preface this I had never heard any of Vampire Weekend's music before the show. I bought tickets before I knew who they were, I just wanted something to do on a Thursday night off of work. Then the show sold out, then they had a Spin magazine cover story, then they played Saturday Night Live, etc... yet I still hadn't heard note one. I read the reviews and I must say that the comparison to "graceland era Paul Simon is quite apt. That is to say if it were filtered through a horn-less Less than Jake. indeed there were quite a few ska undertones. Overall it was fun, didn't knock my socks off or anything but then again I'd had enough whiskey that I was pretty even-keeled. Overall enjoyable but nothing to cream over.
This afternoon I biked to the Lagoon and saw Funny Games, a shot for shot remake by the director of the original movie for American audiences. Some of my friends hated it with a passion and some thought it was superior to Last House On The Left. I have to say that I really enjoyed it. Tense. Thats for damn sure. I liked how there was no hero or heroine. Just the bad guys tormenting a rich family. Some of the shots were a bit boring, not the action, just the way the camera captured it. Michael Pitt was so creepy and slimey and unfeeling. I loved his performance. I was fascinated that there was nothing redeeming about the movie, no happy ending. I repeat NO HAPPY ENDING!. just like real life. Brutal. Very refreshing compared to the ass factory that is the J-horror remakes.
Not going to Wisconsin on Sunday. Working this weekend. Just over a month and it will be my 26th birthday. Not sure what the plan is yet. I hope that something good happens. My last couple birthdays were such absolute shit. I almost just want to go comatose for the month of May until my birthday passes so I don't have to have another underwhelming experience. Then again, maybe this year will be better than the last.
smoke em if you got em