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MSN is webcasting Chris Cornell's concert from Seattle tonight--1 AM ET/10 PM PT
I am sure it will be archived for those of us who can't stay "Wide Awake" (sorry.)
More here.
And here's another live acoustic version of Chris performing one of my favorite songs....
If Frank Zappa is a guy thing, Modest Mouse seems to be a girl thing. And by a girl thing, I mean a dystopian-white-girl-destined-for-Connecticut-but-sowing-her-drunken-crazy-granola-"Girl Power!" thing. And yes, I know Connecticut is for fucking, but that's only 10% of the population. The rest spend their time making planters out of popsicle sticks and recycling their L.L. Bean catalogs.
I have never seen so many women completely lose their shit over a band. I felt surrounded by a pack of screaming banshees doing a modified Elaine dance, fists clenched, arms and legs wildly flailing, bottom-lip appropriately tucked under, shaking like they were being electrocuted as they inadvertently beat up those around them with their flapping limbs. Modest Mouse was good, but they weren't THAT good. And Isaac Brock is cute, but not THAT cute. Perhaps there was something in the $8 beer.
But I digress. The music is the important thing here. I was completely underwhelmed with both opening acts, Man Man and Love As Laughter. In both cases, the vocals were akin to indie cookie monster and perhaps they wrote their songs to sound discordant, but if your music makes people put their hands over their ears, perhaps it is time to start thinking about a new career.
However, it was worth enduring the amateur hour because Modest Mouse was superb. They had some technical problems with extremely feedback-y mikes, but that aside, the sound was really tight and you can see Johnny Marr's influence in all their music-new and old. They played their hits and then some-"Float On", "The Ocean Breathes Salty" and "Dashboard" were great to hear, but "Doin' The Cockroach", "Education", and "Tiny Cities Made of Ash" was some of the best live music I have ever heard. The two drummers really pounded out a driving rhythm that makes you want to dance, or at least march somewhere.
Even with the possessed Lillith-flailing and the squeaky mikes, I'd definitely see them again. I'd also see a show at the United Palace Theater again. Although we had to trek all the way to the other end of Manhattan (from Tribeca to 176th & Fort Washington Ave on the A-train), the theater was beautiful and it is a great small venue (~3,000 seats) to see a band.
Requisite bad camera-phone picture...
(BTW--Hi Mog! It's been a while. Kinda missed you....)
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Very nice...I agree. I was waiting for that one chick to throw on some bear trapping gear and throw down with that Isaac Brock wanna-be. Well, at least we didn't get bashed, spilled or vomited on.
I thought she was wearing bear-trapping gear. My ears are still ringing, but that might be from The Killers last Saturday.
...erm, I mean Valentine's Day. "The road to hell is paved with good intentions" about sums up my history of Valentine's Day experiences. The growing animosity towards all things Valentine started when I was in kindergarten and my older sister thought it would be cute if she sent a Valentine in my name to one of my classmates. Little did she know that she set in motion events that resulted in her sister being known as the little brown haired girl who liked smelly boys that pee in their pants.
The 33 years of Valentine's Days that followed were filled with overpriced dinners at horrible restaurants, flea-ridden giant stuffed pandas, car trouble, break-ups, stalkers, and losing the key to the handcuffs (It's a long humiliating story that I won't go in to, but let's just say that culminates in someone being locked to the bedpost while someone's father sawed them free.)
But the pièce de résistance was a cold snowy day a couple of years ago when my boyfriend was making a romantic dinner for us. He had the veal saltimboca almost ready, the champagne was being chilled, and there was a gorgeous chocolate mousse cake for dessert... when the cat vomited in the heating unit. Let me tell you, the pungent odor of baked cat-puke is not only perfect for driving evil spirits out of your house, but also the potential for whispering sweet nothings and other romantic refinements. The evening was spent with scarves wrapped around our noses and mouths, scraping puke out of the hundreds of crevices in the heater with a Q-tip. It was then that I realized that Valentine's Day wasn't meant for me.
The final nail in the coffin occured last February when I had an out-of-body experience at my second-cousin's Valentine's Day wedding when I found myself dancing with my father to "Superfreak". It was bad enough being my Dad's date, but by the end of the night, the groom was in the corner of the reception hall making-out with a bridesmaid while the bride and her other sisters (other as in not the one making out with her new husband) were on stage, drunkenly belting out "Since U Been Gone", the train of her dress in tatters as the band's lead singer was holding the poor girl up by her boobs.
As I watched the guests start removing cash from the gift envelopes that were intended for the no-longer-happy couple, I permanently dissasociated Valentine's day from romance.
Perhaps there are lucky people out there who get to have those storybook Valentine's evenings filled with La Maison du Chocolat, Perrier-Jouet Fleur de Champagne, and long-stemmed roses, but after a lifetime of spoiled dinners, bad dates, and cat puke, I am done. You all go off and have your caviar wishes and champagne dreams whilst I rip this page out of my calendar.
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That was some post! Wow. I've only had one real Valentine, but she went way overboard (I was surprised that the flowers I gave her hadn't wilted by the time she had finished bestowing me with gifts). It's just another day for me, thankfully.
Wow, and I thought my VD experiences were bad. My worst had to be the girl who asked me out, just so she had someone to go out with on VD. After a well planned night of dinner, movie and walk she turned to me and said thanks for the date, dont ever call me again. I said, What did I do? She replied with nothing, I just didnt want to be stuck at home tonight.
Kevin....this is my favorite line ever:
"Wow, and I thought my VD experiences were bad"
Great post Linda...this is why I love you!!
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Good looking out LInda!!!
I was giving a presentation at a client's office this afternoon and when I started IE, the home page was set to MSN, which is where I saw the ad for the webcast. Instinctually, I had to click on it... shoulda remembered that the projector was hooked up. Oops.
that's like the the time a few weeks ago when i had a break in the middle of a long meeting and i used my laptop - which was hooked up to the projector in the conference room - to see if i could score some Police tickets.