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it's only rock and roll
good god. I've just been baptized by rock.
i'll do a full report in a second, but first, i must write on the last 20 minutes. 1:30: dismemberment plan begins their fourth and final encore song. the chords to "ok, joke's over" ring out, crowd goes wild, and much dancing begins. this is the plan party song, this is the song they play and then rock the fuck out after the first two verses. the rocking the fuck out begins at about 1:34, after a considerable amount of regular rocking. this is the big jam, where travis goes crazy and tosses in other songs and shit. ben gibbard takes the stage and helps out on the drums, then cex comes out, spits water in travis' face and runs away. travis and cex do a cute little standoff thing, and then cex runs up, jumps on travis' back, grabs the mic and starts freestyling while travis goes crazy on the guitar. they run around for a while, and eventually travis throws cex off. cex grabs a mic. the two go back and forth, travis singing songs and cex egging him on, screaming, freestyling and singing. they're running around the stage, jumping at each other, wrestling, playing guitar, screaming. notable adds were ms. jackson, that hateration song, u2's "40", biz markie's "just a friend," travis stood out front and center and sang the entirety of death cab's steadier footer. fucking great. then cex started screaming louder and then travis sang a bunch of "tomorrow"
hello. b/c i am represented here A LOT i think it is time that i can say at least a hello b/c i am brenda. and brian just ran over my foot with his cushy chair. OUCH. i didn't go to the concert tonight b/c god only knows. and brian just changed into pjs behind the desk divider thing so that i coudnt see which is very ironic. done.
thank you brenda for that incredibly enlightening newsbreak. (snob - from b.k.h.) anyway. travis sang tomorrow cex was going crazy, some rocking out and guitar gymnastics happened, cex played guitar, travis gyrated people danced and twenty minutes later they all left the stage. quite possibly THE coolest 20 minutes i've ever seen on a stage. wowoowowowowowo. i'm not kidding here. i'm not making any "best show ever" claims, but i have never seen something so cool that has kept me some unbelievably entertained. i want for nothing more than to drive there tomorrow and find someone selling a ticket so that i can relive it all over again.
umm the show was great. cex came out and rapped about bikes and sex and work and shit and that was fun. he had an entertaining bit where he addressed the audience as if it were a girl and he was like "so you've been going out with indie rock for a long time now. 4 or 5 years? that's cool, i mean you know what each other like and you can finish your sentences and shit. that's great, i really mean it. blah blah blah. but does indie rock call you 'bitch' when you're having sex? cause i will. and don't worry, i don't want to break you two up, you're really good together; we can keep it down low. but you know that shit you wanted to try? that r kelly shit? you can't even bring that up to indie rock, he'd cut you off for a week." and it was funny and then he went into the next song saying "yeah, i really shouldn't be saying all that, because this next song is pretty emo, it's about work." and i laughed. and cex rapped.
ok then death cab.
first off, a scraggly looking bunch of guys. started off with bend to squares, and by the time ben went into "what a way to cut lengthwise" in his gibbardish way, all doubts were relieved. then came some song i didn't know. then we laugh indoors, and at the explosion bridge i was like "shit." death cab brought the rock set. the sound of the guitars was just so huge and amazing i loved it. company calls had the same effect. then moviescript ending, information travels faster, i was a kaleidoscope, amputations, lowell ma, why you'd want to live here, president of what, blacking out the friction and in this one they slipped in a bit of dismemberment plan's "what do you want me to say" which was cool, and then the last song i forget and didn't know the name of.
then dismemberment plan. opened with fell off the face of the eart, then what do you want me to say with travis doing a bit of britney's "slave 4 u" in it, doing the standing still which really got the crowd moving, the other side which i was hypnotized by the drummer... it was fucking amazing, that guy is a god, you are invited - and in the final chorus i was moved, possibly the most touching concert bit since i saw badly drawn boy tell the story of his daughter and then pass around her photo during the shining, then ellen & ben featuring a bit of death cab's "blacking out the friction," and then i love a magician with some other d-plan song thrown in, then if i don't write, time bomb which ruled, gets rich, ice of boston, the city, pay for the piano (which sounds a lot like some song of !), girl o'clock, and back & forth. they left and came back and did bra (feautring h to the izzo), then following through, the life of possibilities and then the previously mentioned ok joke's over.
show ruled.
RULED.
and as i was sitting there, thinkign about how all my friends are lame (including the one who was like "yeah yeah, buy tickets" and then bailed) i realized something. i was there, alone as usual, but having a great time. having someone with me on my invite is always a little weird, i want to make sure they're having a good time etc. not that company is a bad thing, just the opposite, it'd be great if people went. but still, i'm not sad for me that no one came, or mad at brenda for having me buy a ticket for her (sold it outside, so no loss). i'm not that petty nor that proud. but i do feel bad. because once again, the dismemberment plan has come to town, and no one was there to experience it. it's such an event, so much fun, i just want other people to be able to be a part of it and remember it. and it sucks that everyone's so lame. and won't. then i got thinking about music in general, and the shit that's on the top 20 or whatever. for fuck's sake, there's so much music out there. you look at a country fan, creaming over tim and garth and reba. play this person whiskeytown or gillian welch and if they listen with an open mind, they'll be blown away and be like "wow, this is like the music i listen to... only better." i hate music that's crafted for the radio. people agree with me, everyone goes through it. everyone, especially once in college, is behind a band before they're big, or branches out and finds a guster or ryan adams or john mayer to love, despite not a lot of radio play and the fact that everyone may not know them. so you find this special gem, but then don't bother looking at the billion other gems out there. i feel like i'm some sort of pariah being in the indie rock scene, like i'm an outcast and people think i'm weird and my music is weird, but how many of them give a chance and listen and then hear something they like and instead of stopping at this song i played them, seek more? it's good shit out there, and it's just being passed over again and again and again because travis morrisson isn't chatting it up with carson daly on TRL. pisses me right off.
listened to ponyoak on the drives today and was once again hit by what a phenomenal work it is. some 19 year old kid, with a bunch of instruments and a laptop, writes, sings, performs, records, sequences, produces these 25 songs. that are so catchy, so intelligent. it's damn near close to genius. genius i said, you heard me. and that's a lofty claim, it really means a lot from me. and yet, how many of you people reading this are ever going to give kleenex girl wonder a lsiten to? nah, jsut some weird peterik band (guy). but i say it's a work of near genius. you'll love it. well, most of you will find something in it that's a fuckload more rewarding that "i don't think you're ready for this jelly."
whatever, the scene blows. i'm a pariah. but i listen to music that comes from people who give a shit. not that top 40 is bad, it doesn't have to be. but there's so much more out there. so much that, if it were somehow given the exposure and media as everything else, that people would really dig.
ok off my soapbox.
went to recording today, drank beers and redid the solo for buddy holly, it's markedly better or so they say. then the show. then home and then was going to go to bed but brenda came over and is tarted drinking and darren came home and i kept drinking and now it's over 3 hours late.r whoops.