seimaisin: (brendon urie: rock star)
I was going to do a more coherent review of last night's show, but then I got two and a half hours of sleep. Yawn. So, have some random thoughts, and then some pictures and video. How about that?

- Phantom Planet: was ... odd. Their lead singer has an assload of charisma, and a couple of their songs sounded really catchy. But, they only played like four songs, choosing to spend what was probably the length of an entire other song vamping with other musicians on stage. While I don't mind surprise!Ryan or Hushies in superhero masks, it also didn't give me much time to form an opinion of PP as a band.

- Hushies in superhero masks, though, were completely made of win! (Apparently they decided to raid the Toys R Us next door sometime during the day.) I don't remember what masks Darren and Chris had on, but Greta was either Batman or Catwoman, and Bob spent the whole song banging on a drum with a gigantic rubber Hulk hand.

- The Hush Sound: completely awesome, cannot WAIT for their headlining show in July! They have phenomenal energy onstage. I missed their last couple of songs, though, in a foolish attempt to reach the merch booth. I didn't feel like waiting in the half-hour-long line, but then I had to bowl over about a dozen people to get back to my spot. Yeah, you morons were the ones who decided standing on the stairs was a good idea, don't give me the fucking death glare when I actually want to USE them.

- Motion City Soundtrack: is one of my favorite bands in the entire universe, and I will hear no bad about them ever. ;) There is NOTHING like one of their shows for me. They might have gotten a longer set for being at home, because their set felt just as long as the Panic set to me! I didn't look at my phone, though, for time, so I don't know. Anyway, entirely made of win, as usual. They played "Time Turned Fragile", which is one of my favorite songs ever, so I was happy!

- Panic! Not too much interesting to report in the way of onstage banter - mostly, it was just a lot of rambling that had [livejournal.com profile] leighblack leaning over to me and asking, "um, there must be a lot of ... fumes on their bus, right?" The best part was when Spencer decided to answer a question we were asking earlier in the show - usually, there are two gigantic air vents in the ceiling at Myth, and when the pit gets too hot, they spray (very loud) cold air all over the crowd. Nothing doing last night, though. Well, apparently someone forgot to fill the CO2 tanks over the holiday, which Spencer proclaimed "fucking BULLSHIT", like it was a personal insult to him or something. Hee. Ryan, meanwhile, was super-animated (for Ryan), and Jon was apparently holding his own private dance party over on his side of the stage. (Oh, yes, and he informed us that this was the "600,000th time" they've played "I Write Sins ..." Heh. Yes, we get it, you guys hate that song now. Sucks to be you.) But mostly, since I had a clear view, I watched Spencer a lot. I find myself unreasonably amused by the fact that he treats every song - even "Folkin' Around" - like it's a punk song, in terms of energy. I love him a lot, you guys.

Anyway. Have some photos and video!

a few semi-crappy photos )

some not-quite-as-crappy videos )

In conclusion, a good time was had by all! And now I'm going to go to work and die. Happy Wednesday!
seimaisin: (gerard is very much alive)
We are home! We escaped Wisconsin with our lives! \o/

And now, a concert report, before I forget/get distracted. Because, as you'll note, I still haven't done my recap of TRB. From January.

Anyway! I do not fail that hard tonight.

thursday )

friday )

saturday )

And now, it's all over. I'm kinda sad - I'm exhausted, yes, but these were three of the best shows I've seen in a long time, and the idea that I can't do it again anytime soon is a little heartbreaking. But I'm glad we drove an insane number of miles - something like 1600 over the last five days total? - to see three shows. I'd do it again in a heartbeat!
seimaisin: (wentz is whack)
How about some videos from Wednesday night's show? The video quality is all right - a little far away, but clear enough, with the usual "operator steadiness" caveats - but the audio turned out better than I expected, given how barn-like the arena was!

First up - Gym Class Heroes, "Clothes Off", which is mostly a video of Patrick skipping and strutting and singing his little heart out. Watch particularly for the point at which Travis introduces Patrick in the middle of the song - I love how Patrick doesn't particularly want the attention, wants to stay behind at let the rest of the band take the forefront. He's so cute. :)

Clothes Off )

Sugar We're Goin Down )

Next song is intro'd by Pete extolling the virtues of his current painkiller prescriptions. Nice.

Grand Theft Autumn )

Next, Pete talks about being famous for being naked on the internet. If you listen closely, you can hear [livejournal.com profile] sister_wolf saying "he mentions it every time! it's like a compulsion!" Heh.

The (After) Life of the Party )

The Take Over, The Break's Over )

Next song, complete with kiss!

Mr. Brightside )

Acoustic break!

Golden )

Nobody Puts Baby In A Corner )

Last one - may not quite be live yet, as it failed to upload once, but check back if you can't see it. :) Okay, YouTube apparently hates "Saturday". Boo hiss. Oh, well.
seimaisin: (wentz is whack)
At the moment, I'm listening to some of the bands I'm going to see tonight, and I might sorta be in love with World/Inferno Friendship Society. We'll see how they are live, but their music is a TON of fun!

Anyway. There was more Fall Out Boy on Wednesday night! [livejournal.com profile] sister_wolf, [livejournal.com profile] leighblack and I left town on Wednesday morning; okay drive, except for the part where the heavens opened and started spitting white stuff about an hour outside of Cedar Rapids. Yay, welcome to winter. One more logistical problem to being in Cedar Rapids - apparently, a water main broke in town on Wednesday, so the whole city was on boil orders. This necessitated things like buying a bottle of water out of a vending machine so we could brush our teeth before bed, and the bar we hung out at serving soda only out of cans. So, if I get dysentery from washing my hands or something, blame Iowa.

So, the whole arena was general admission. I'm not sure whose bright idea this is, but we'll blame Pete, since that's what one does when FOB is involved. ;) I mean, the US Cellular Center is small and all, but forcing everyone to run for spots? Not very cool, with this crowd. The floor actually scared the shit out of me, watching it from above. (For this, we can also blame Pete, for real. Stay tuned.) When we walked into the building, the line wasn't that bad. We decided to fortify ourselves with alcohol and food from the bar downstairs, so we left. An hour later ... the line was INSANE. I sorta freaked out a little, because lines and I aren't very good friends, but we eventually got in and sat down in the upper level - not my first choice, but the arena wasn't set up very well in the seats. I ended up being somewhat zen about it - we could see just fine, and it was nice and low-key up where we were. And, at least we weren't getting killed on the floor. Advantages all around!

We amused ourselves during the opening acts by trying to get text messages on the big screen. Apparently, they were censoring any mention of furries out. But, we did get them to display "we respect you Patrick!!" several times, which made a nice counterpoint to the nine million "ZOMG I LUV U PETE!!1!!!1" messages. Hee! Leigh also made with the random Journey lyrics, which is never a bad idea. :) There was also a couple of trips to the merch booth. I ended up with the purple shirt with crabs, which I was doubtful about when I first saw it, but as it turns out is pretty cute! I was also interested in the pink "long live the car crash hearts" shirt, but Alex got that one, and it's bad for people who live together to also have the same clothing. ;)

Therefore, I don't have much commentary on the opening acts. I pretty much ignored Cute Is What We Aim For entirely. The Plain White T's are good - I'd see them play their own show, probably - but Leigh is right when she pegs them as a total one hit wonder. They'll appear on a VH1 countdown sometime five years from now, mark my words. Gym Class Heroes were once again entertaining - thank you, Travis, for substituting a speech about how cool parents are to bring their kids to shows like this for the one you made in Chicago about your foot fetish. And, there was once again Patrick during "Clothes Off", which is all I ask. :)

FOB ... you know, Pete's not as entertaining when he's hobbled. The one-foot bounce is kind of fun, but mostly, he's not the one you watch when he's not moving around all over the place. It was nice to see Patrick from in front, because watching him rock out when he doesn't have to be at the mic is fantastic. But, mostly, Joe was the one keeping my attention - hard not to look at him, when he's the one running back and forth, headbanging and encouraging the audience and everything.

(However! Watching Joe most of the night made me realize exactly how many of the major guitar parts are actually played by Patrick - sometimes, when something that resembled a guitar solo would hit, I'd be watching Joe, and realize halfway in that he wasn't the one playing it. It was interesting.)

(Meanwhile, after the show: Leigh: "Does Pete actually know how to play bass? Because I know enough bass players to know that you don't actually strum a bass." Alex: "Um, well ..." Me: "Not really, no. Pete's usually mostly there for screaming and crowd control.")

I was a little surprised at Pete, actually - knowing that he usually is the first one to tell an unruly pit crowd to back the hell up and let people breathe, I wasn't expecting him to send one of his friends into the crowd to start a circle pit. That pit crowd was already scary - they were pulling fainting girls out just one song into CIWWAF's set, and they didn't stop all night. So, getting an actual mosh pit started around all the 13-year-old girls? Not the best idea, dude. Perhaps the secret show this week made him nostalgic for the old days or something? Who knows, but I was once again triply glad we were lounging up in seats.

Same set list as usual, nothing big or different to report about the show. I got a bunch of videos, that appear to be pretty good despite being taken from high above! This includes "Mr. Brightside", because I'm dorky enough to want footage of the kiss. :) YouTube goodness to come later, after everything's converted and uploaded. It was, all in all, a great time - we danced in our seats, we sang, we laughed, we didn't drink the water. And then, we drove home yesterday and made like Thanksgiving zombies. Good times!

fob photos

Oct. 23rd, 2007 10:00 pm
seimaisin: (wentz is whack)
Last post about Saturday's concert, I swear. :)

Photos of varying quality. Some of them included just because they amuse me in one way or another. Mostly, this turned out to be a tribute to the awesomeness of Joe Trohman. Fewer pictures of that Wentz kid than one would expect!

but mostly, it's Joe. And Patrick. Rare Andy appearances, because drummers are hard to catch on film! )

There are a few other random shots in the gallery, if you are so interested!
seimaisin: (wentz is whack)
The weekend review!

Friday: [livejournal.com profile] sister_wolf and I left work early, and stopped in Madison to have dinner with [livejournal.com profile] lovelokest and [livejournal.com profile] fairestcat. I'd actually met them before - they stayed at our house in March - but, as March 2007 wasn't my most fabulous month ever (to put it mildly), I was pretty much a complete antisocial hermit at the time. So, it was nice to meet them again, in a better headspace! :) We stayed talking fannish things for a bit longer than we intended, so we got into Illinois fairly late.

Saturday: Up early-ish, as we were meeting folks for lunch at noon near the arena, and we were 30 miles or so away. Spent a few hours sitting at Chili's with [livejournal.com profile] moryssa, [livejournal.com profile] fairestcat, and [livejournal.com profile] shrift, talking various geeky things. Eventually, the latter two left to join the ever-growing GA floor line at the arena, while the rest of us spent a leisurely afternoon at Coldstone Creamery and IHOP. Around six, [livejournal.com profile] moryssa left us, and [livejournal.com profile] sister_wolf and I headed over to the arena to check out our seats. Which were actually pretty awesome - I would have liked to be a little closer to the opposite side of the section, as we mostly had a back view of everyone (we were about parallel with Andy's drum riser). But, back views aren't always a bad thing. :) Also, we were about thirty feet from the stage, with a view only obstructed by a couple of speakers and cables. Also, we were behind the speakers, which I suspect helped with the sound. I was happy with it, anyway!

the concert, which might be a little long to scroll past on your friends list. thus, a cut, because I'm nice that way! )

I’m sure there was more I meant to mention, but it’s gone now. We met back up with folks after the show - plus one more person, who I think is an LJ type, but I didn't catch her name - and sat at IHOP with about a hundred other people who were waiting out the traffic.

Sunday: Lunch. And then home, but not before I managed to run over the mailbox. ::facepalm:: I'm a good driver, I swear. Also, note to self: if you go through Wisconsin again in the near future, think about taking 90 all the way, rather than 94, because that one-lane stretch near Eau Claire SUCKS ASS.

So! That was our weekend. I can't wait to see the show again in Cedar Rapids. It probably won't have the same energy as a hometown crowd, but there will be the bonus of seeing it from the front. :D And now, I am dead, and need another weekend to recover from my weekend. Please?

fob audio

Oct. 22nd, 2007 07:07 am
seimaisin: (wentz is whack)
Concert review later. Music files now! A rare unlocked post - I don't care if people take these files, pass them around, share the love! Just, not with people who are going to be dicks and TOS me off of Sendspace, please.

All mp4, because I lack the codec to convert them to mp3, and I'm too lazy to look it up right now. The audio turned out pretty spectacularly, though, so I'm happy! For those who haven't been playing along at home, all are from Fall Out Boy's Saturday night show in Chicago.

Mr. Brightside. I think Patrick doesn't quite know the words. Either that, or I'm forgetting them. I'd have to listen to the original to really be sure.
A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me. Long-ish intro, during which Pete decides the audience needs to do the wave for him.
Xo. I actually couldn't remember I'd gotten this song, so it was a nice surprise for [livejournal.com profile] sister_wolf, as it's her favorite song. :)
Golden. Acoustic, just Patrick and his guitar. Insert dreamy fangirl sigh here.
Nobody Puts Baby In A Corner. More acoustic, this time with the whole band.

Why do I have to go to work now? ::sobs::
seimaisin: (chris live mandolin)
Things to remember in the future: the Cedar has no air conditioning. So, when attending a concert there in June, it is advisable not to wear dark jeans. In fact, as little clothing as you can decently get away with would be the best route.

Also to remember: the West Bank is not rich in places to eat that a) are open on Sunday evening and b) have English-speaking staff. And the staff at the Triple Rock are not very happy when you just order Diet Coke.

(In other restaurant news, apparently Totino's is closing in NE Minneapolis, and moving to Mounds View? It's not the best Italian restaurant in the world - decent food, nothing spectacular - but considering they've been at the same location since 1951, a bit sad.)

Anyway. Chris Thile and the How To Grow A Band. In a very warm room. Great show, all around. Chris was awesome, as per usual, and the guys he's got playing with him are all just as good as he is. They played most of their album, plus a generous number of songs off of Chris's other two albums. I was happy, actually, to hear "I'm Nowhere and You're Everything", because I love it, but I was also surprised - that hadn't struck me as a song that could really be replicated live that well, but it was awesome. Throw in a couple of new songs, including a twelve-minute-long epic, and you finally get a show that's two hours long without a break. Nice. The only possible thing I can say against it is that they ended with a Radiohead song, and that's only because I continue to be a music heathen who Does Not Get Radiohead. Heh.

Every band member is a master of their chosen instrument, but the band as a whole really hit the best notes when they were harmonizing vocally. My favorite song of the night, actually, was the cover of "Ophelia" (the original by The Band, I think?), which was sung by fiddle player Gabe Witcher.

Great show. We had an excellent time. Please, though, next time, come to a venue that has air movement. Or in December. December would be good!
seimaisin: (butch is really hot)
Now that I have all the photos and videos edited, and before I forget everything, how about some kind of recap of last Sunday's show?

So, we last left our heroines unconscious in a hotel room in Madison. [livejournal.com profile] leighblack and I dragged ourselves out of bed wicked early (8:30am, after collapsing at, what, 3:30?), because we were determined to get in line in Minneapolis early enough to stand right at the stage. We made it back to town by 2pm, and then to downtown Minneapolis by 5pm. Where there was already a 10-15 person line waiting outside the Fine Line. We were a little concerned, but it worked out, because everyone clumped up in the middle, and we got to be right where we wanted to be - right at the stage, in front of the piano. Score!

Let me tell you ... we had a nice little clump of people around us, friendly and respectful of personal space, but the people at center stage made us happy we had our little corner. They were either full on shoving for space, or they were like the girl next to Leigh, who looked like she didn't want to be there at all - she even got called out by Butch in the middle of the show for yawning. Heh. All in all, though, it was a much more physically comfortable experience than the night before.

As for the show ... hell, I have video and pictures, what do I need a review for?

Video:

Sober
Cigarette Lighter Love Song
Indie Queen
Born To Run (which now joins "Jessie's Girl" in the category of "odd song choices that Jaime has seen covered by multiple artists in the past two months")
Maybe It's Just Me
#1 Summer Jam

And, there are pictures - not as good as the Madison pictures, because of the damned fog machine, but yet, there are pictures!

Butch! plus, me being a dork )

The whole gallery is here.

The Butch adventure is done. Sigh. But, apparently he's taping the show in Atlanta for a DVD and live CD, so yay! There's something to look forward to, anyway.
seimaisin: (butch is really hot)
Back to this week's particular obsession ... my photos from the Madison show are edited! You can find them all here - below are a few of my favorite shots. Mostly of Butch making really goofy faces. :)

you'd wonder, really, why I find this man so attractive )

Next, Minneapolis. Which will probably have fewer photos, thanks to the damned fog machine. Ah, well. At least you guys will get to stop hearing about Butch very shortly. ;)
seimaisin: (butch is really hot)
How about an actual recap of the weekend?

[livejournal.com profile] leighblack and I took off for the wilds of Wisconsin on Saturday morning. It was a beautiful day for a drive! Also, Tomah offers a gas station that sells shot glasses shaped like a cow's udder, so our day was entirely made right from the start.

We met some of Leigh's friends when we got to Madison. All in all, there were five of us for the show ... and then, we made friends in line! Okay, Carla made friends in line, and Leigh made friends in the crowd. I just kinda hung out. ;) All in all, the Madison crowd was a very friendly one, laid-back and good-natured. We were allowed to wait for the doors inside the bar, which was better than sitting on the concrete outside with the under-21 crowd. Inside the Annex ... well, it's cozy. And it has a brick floor, which is a big minus when you're standing on it for five hours straight. The stage was long and narrow, which meant that each of the opening bands had their drummers stage right, rather than in the back, which was rather weird.

As for the opening acts ... Rocket is an all-girl band out of California, with a musical style and fashion sense reminiscent of the Go-Go's, back in the day. They were a good time - great energy, fun show, they really gave it all they had. The one big drawback was the lead singer's voice ... she's a bit breathy and high-pitched for the kind of music they're playing. They'd be a much better band, I think, with a singer who had a slightly lower and more powerful voice. She (and the rest of the girls) was a doll, though, sweetest women in the world! I can't help but like them, even if her voice grates after a while.

Then, there was The Honorary Title, who were ... okay. They're perfectly serviceable emo boys, with the pretty lead singer and good melodies and all that. But, man, I think they were the wrong choice to open for Butch, even if he did work on their album. Rocket was a good choice, because their energy matched Butch's. THT, however, were waaaaaay too mellow for this show. There were portions of their sets during which we were fighting back yawns. When you've got a crowd standing around for five hours, I think you need to keep the energy up, especially when they're expecting the main act to rock their faces off. It just wasn't a good musical match. However, they did have a adorable little drummer who somehow reminded me so forcefully of [livejournal.com profile] dragonsinger's husband that I was tempted to hunt him down and ask if he had family in South Carolina. Hee.

Finally, it was time for Buuuuuuuuuuuutch. :D Would you like some video recaps of the show? I thought you might. :)

Uncomfortably Numb - the opening song of the show.
Bethamphetamine (Pretty Pretty)
Don't Move - at the beginning, you can hear Leigh and I debate about who's supposed to be taping this song. Immortalized forever and ever on YouTube. Hee.
Race Cars and Goth Rock - worth it for the opening monologue. :)
Too Famous To Get Fully Dressed - which, by the way, I have been singing to myself NONSTOP for FOUR DAYS. Good thing it's one of my favorites, huh?
Over Your Head - with opening tease of "The Joker".
Best Thing You Never Had - hey, I kinda managed to get shots of him on the floor! That was completely blind shooting. Also, it's cut off at the end; you can hear me saying "oh shit" ... this was the point I almost passed out. Fun, huh?

Yeah, there was illness. I forgot to drink water the entire day. I r smrt. Long about the piano portion of the evening, I started to feel woozy. I crouched down on the ground for most of "Cigarette Lighter Love Song", and then thought I was good enough to stand back up and tape. Not really. Got through most of "Best Thing" before the room started to go black. At this point, I wisely decided that the bar was a good place to be. Two glasses of water helped, and so I watched "Born To Run" and "Lights Out" from the back of the room. Watching "Lights Out" from the back of a small room is never a bad idea, because you can get good views of him in the middle of the crowd. :)

So, show ended, it was wonderful, I felt better. We made a token attempt at stalking, but he disappeared into a car just as we walked outside. Damn. Oh, well. IHOP was calling our names, anyway.

Minneapolis in another post. Those videos are almost done uploading, anyway. :) Photos coming soon, too! Because I'm nothing if not obsessed thorough.
seimaisin: (ianto is a damsel in distress)
So, there was Matt Nathanson last night. Well, first, there was some alcohol and Ben & Jerry's for pregame activities, because it was that kind of week. (B&J's Oatmeal Cookie Chunk? Either the devil's invention or the food of the gods. Seriously, kids.) And then we didn't quite time things correctly to miss Ari Herstand. [livejournal.com profile] northatlantic and I heard about half of his song mocking his mother for telling him not to quit school to be a musician, looked at each other, and said "hey, the Coffman bookstore is still open!" Someone needs to tell me precisely how that kid ended up with some sort of slot at SXSW, because I don't get it.

Kyle Riabko was ... all right. Points for the "Thriller" bridge, even if he and 90% of the room are younger than the song. And, he's got a really nice voice with a really good range, and a good sense of melody in his songs. But, somehow, he's not quite soup yet. I thought he sounded like a less mature, more poppy Jonny Lang, while Dre thought he was the bastard love child of Howie Day and Jason Mraz. He also looks like a grown-up Haley Joel Osment, which makes it a little hard to take him seriously. Heh. But, give him a few years, he'll probably be really good!

Between sets, we spotted Sam Winchester. No lie. Big handsome kid with broad shoulders and tousled dark hair ... would have been happier to stand next to him if he wasn't blocking my view. Heh.

Then, there was Matt. Who was in his usual form. We solved blind items from US Magazine! Hee. And there was a extended metaphor about sundaes as sex. There was a made-up song called "Wrinkle" that nearly stole my ability to breathe. He played a bunch of new songs, most I'd heard before, but I couple I hadn't, and he says that the new album is coming out August 14th. I'll believe it when I have it in my hot little hands, but hey, it's something to work towards! He played an amazing cover of Bruce Springsteen's "Born To Run", and mixed Counting Crows' "Anna Begins" in with "Bent", which was great.

So, very good night. And then I slept for nearly 11 hours. Minus the bits where I got up and sprayed water at the cat because she was howling outside my door. I finally resorted to earplugs. I think that means she won.

Today? Cleaning. It's going to rain all weekend, so I should stay in here and Get Shit Done.
seimaisin: (close your eyes and dream)
Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we learned (yet again) the lesson of flies, honey, and vinegar. Or, to be more precise, you catch more set lists by asking nicely than by furtively jumping on the stage and reaching into the equipment.

Anyway. From Alan's set list, which I acquired with a simple "please" ...

set list )

So, I knew about half the audience, apparently. Or it seemed that way! [livejournal.com profile] sister_wolf was sitting with me, we met [livejournal.com profile] leighblack, [livejournal.com profile] duckduck and friends for dinner beforehand, Lisa (who, if she doesn't already have an LJ, will probably end up with one, given that she starts work in the Habitrail on Monday) and Martin were back in the crowd, and I was surprised when we walked in and saw [livejournal.com profile] songwind and one of his ladies sitting in the row directly behind us! (Sorry we didn't say goodbye to you guys behind us, by the way - after the debacle with the security guard throwing the guy off the stage, we figured it was time to just get out of there. Heh.) Pretty awesome, to have so many friends with excellent taste. :)

Highlights ... "Old Brown's Daughter", as per usual, a capella and unmic'd, which always blows me away. Also, Sean singing "Danny Boy" a capella, as well ... his voice isn't the purest these days, but it was still powerful. The best of the new songs, in my opinion, was "Straight To Hell", which is a flat-out party song, great to dance to! At one point, Sean informed us that he likes Minnesota women so much that he took one home and married her. I think a group of his in-laws were sitting right behind us, actually.

Things not in the set list - the "Jessie's Girl" singalong, which morphed somehow into a rendition of "Sometimes When We Touch". Yeah, I don't know, either. Also, a full performance and singalong of "Cockles and Mussles" for St. Patrick's Day, I don't remember where that went in the setlist. There was also a whole bit about writing a song onstage, which turned somehow into Kris and Murray playing porn music. It was disturbing. Heh.

Really, there's no better place to be on a Saturday night - any night - than front row, right between Alan and Sean, dancing your fool head off. I'm a lucky one tonight. That was exactly what I needed.
seimaisin: (we are all made of stars)
Last night, [livejournal.com profile] leighblack and I went to the Cartel/Cobra Starship/Quietdrive/Boys Like Girls show at First Ave. We were possibly the oldest people in the audience, excepting a few parents here and there, but that turned out to be a bonus - it earned us primo spots on the rail upstairs in the 21+ area! This, my friends, would be the advantage to liking the same music as kids half your age.

We bought the tickets for Boys Like Girls; we'd seen them open for Butch Walker last summer, and really liked them. Their album has since been released, and so it was really fun to see the crowd reaction to them this time - a good portion of the crowd knew their songs, sang along, and everyone generally had a good time. Very good set, and we might head out to see them again when they open for Hellogoodbye at Trocadero in May.

Quietdrive are apparently local boys; I'd never heard of them before. They were great! Good enough that I bought their CD on the way out. The lead singer has an interesting sort of stage presence - sorta Axl Rose, or Jim Morrison, with possibly a bit of Mick Jagger thrown in for good measure. They sold me on their music when they first busted out a pretty awesome cover of Cyndi Lauper's "Time After Time", then launched into a song that had the singer playing the violin. That's what rock music needs, more violin solos!

... or, possibly, more keytars. Meet Cobra Starship. They may be a mostly made-up band, but damn if their live show isn't worth the price of admission. More to the point, if their lead singer's stage presence isn't worth the price of admission. They were wicked fun, man. So much fun that I'm now actually considering tickets to the Honda Civic tour, for both them and +44; I don't mind Fall Out Boy, but I don't like them enough to spend money to go to an arena show. But, now? Depends on the state of my wallet, but ... maybe. I'd see these guys again.

Unfortunately for Cartel, it was a bad decision to put Cobra Starship right before them. Because, about three songs into their set, Leigh and I were both like "okay, they sound really good, but the show's kinda boring, you know?" We ended up opting for Perkins rather than staying and fighting the mass of humanity once the show was over.

So, all in all, a very good night of music. :) Stay tuned, Leigh will have videos of Boys Like Girls and Cobra Starship available soon.

Speaking of concerts, just discovered that Matt Nathanson is playing at Coffman on the 30th! Sweet! March will come in with a blizzard and go out with Matty. Which, really, says all you need to know about my month.
seimaisin: (top hat death with ankh)
... it's time to start titling my posts with relevant phrases, to make finding shit easier. I was trying to compile a list of concerts I've been to this year a while back, and apparently I didn't use the "concerts" tag well enough. Forget trying to find anything before tags, either. Sheesh.

Anyway. Tonight, +44 at First Avenue, with [livejournal.com profile] northatlantic, the usual source for all things Hoppus. First, though, the opening act - The Matches - who went on more than an hour late. That was irritating, but apparently one of the bands had travel problems between St. Louis and here? Whatever happened, it was nearly 8pm by the time anyone went on (it was scheduled to start at 6:45). Anyway, The Matches were a bit frustrating ... they had a good neo-new-wave sound, and the lead singer and guitarist had excellent stage presence. However, the singer's voice was rather like nails on a chalkboard for me. Dude couldn't carry a proper tune if you handed him a bucket. If they had someone on-key singing their songs, they'd probably be a really fun band. As it was, I really just wanted dude and his Robert Smith hair to be done.

+44, however, made up for it by being completely awesome. Gotta give major props to Travis Barker, who is currently rocking the Rick Allen setup and doing all his drumming one-handed. It was rather comical, actually, to watch him drum while holding his casted wrist up in the air. The two guitarists - Chad and Shane - seem to be really good, but in the end, this is all Mark Hoppus's show. I saw blink-182 play ... what, three times? (counting ... Pop Disaster, Dollar Bill, and the no-name album tour, so yeah, three times) This is probably the most relaxed and happy I've seen Mark look while performing. Getting back to smaller scale club shows has probably done him a world of good. His voice sounded awesome, too, minimal difference from the recorded tracks on the album.

The one slight drawback to their show is the length of the set - they've said that they won't do any blink stuff, so it's basically just the album, which means an hour long set. He said they were going back on tour early next year, and as Dre said as we walked out, they should probably think about putting some cover songs or something in there to pad the set. Still, awesome show - I liked the album when I got it, but I think I've got more of an appreciation for the songs now that I've seen them live. If they come through again, I'll be there!

The downside of the evening? My back hurts like a motherfucker. Time to go pop some Advil and get some sleep.
seimaisin: (top hat death with ankh)
So, my city - by which I mean St. Paul - kinda sucks ass sometimes. Don't get me wrong, I love it in a lot of ways - it's much cheaper to live on this side of the river, and I like the more historic and settled feeling I get over here - but man, does it have some logistical problems. For example, on a night when there's a major concert at the gigantic arena downtown (Red Hot Chili Peppers, in this case), I should be able to find a restaurant open somewhere within five blocks of the arena. But, no, 4:30 on a Sunday afternoon, I walk up and down Kellogg and 4th Street, and nothing. Nada. Just a ghetto-looking convenience store and a bunch of locked doors. Okay, I'm sure if I'd gone a bit closer to the arena, I'd have found a bar or two, but Station 4 is on the opposite end of downtown, and I wasn't wearing a coat. They're building condos out the ass over there, is a simple coffee shop too much to ask?

Then, there's the lack of highway signage on that side of the city. I live here, people, and know enough people who live south of St. Paul (::waves at [livejournal.com profile] leighblack::) that I do the 52-to-35E exchange on a semi-regular basis. Could I find the entrance to 35E coming out of Station 4? Hell no. I drove in circles until I finally saw Phalen Boulevard and said "oh, shit, I don't think I'm supposed to be here." Thank god for cell phones and for [livejournal.com profile] urbanbluesky, because that was an area of town I wasn't keen on walking around at 9:30 at night. And, yes, I did in fact call someone in Kansas City to use Mapquest for me, because most of the local folks I know well enough to call live on the wrong side of the river, and would have been like "sorry, dude, you lost me at St. Paul."

Anyway. I survived the ghost town on a Sunday afternoon/evening, and the Lostprophets show was definitely worth it. I would have possibly liked to trade one of the three opening acts for a longer headlining set, but oh well. None of the opening acts were bad - first, local boys Throw The Fight; I stood in line with the lead singer's parents, apparently. Nice people. Decent band, too, I'd see them again. Then, The Transit War, who were also good. Bonus points for the bassist/lead singer, who looked alarmingly like Butch Walker. The third opener, Take The Crown, kinda lost me, but I can't quite put my finger on why. I just don't remember anything about them, except that I wandered over to the bar and looked at the football scores while they were on.

Aside: dude, Station 4 is a tiny hole in the wall. Not a bad venue for a rock show, but I am SO HAPPY that the +44 show was moved to First Avenue, because Station 4 is less than half the size of the Ave. If there would have been any kind of crowd for +44 - and with Mark Hoppus and Travis Barker, I can't imagine there won't be - we might have died, crammed into Station 4. All in all, the change of dates probably did us a favor. Also, at an all-ages show over there, the under 21 crowd gets really hosed, because they don't let anyone underage near the one bar in the place. So, anyone under 21 gets nothing to drink, at all, ever. Sheesh.

Lostprophets were excellent - again, I'd have liked more of a set, because they played just under an hour, but what they did play was awesome. The energy of the band and the crowd during "Last Train Home" was pretty spectacular. I'm pretty bad with their song titles otherwise - I recognized pretty much everything, but a lot of times, their titles don't actually reference anything in the song, so I don't remember which is which. But, the lead singer has presence to spare, and they had fantastic energy all around. They mentioned that this was a last-minute sort of tour, put together when they realized the HIM tour was cancelled, leaving them in the US without anything better to do. So, a small show and a small crowd, but a good time was had by all.

... and now, time to go hunt down Torchwood :)
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Twelve hours later, and I still feel like bouncing around the room. A bit more subdued-like, though, because not much sleep.

Lesson - it's really hard to be subtle from the front row. So, not many pictures, and not many turned out. Boo. Oh, well.

So ... brief badness up front. I've been critical of people who have called the Minnesota crowd rude before, and I still think, as a whole, the Twin Cities GBS crowd is an amazing bunch, but wow did we have some assholes right by us. More stories about them later, as they influenced the show on-stage quite a bit, but after the show was over, one of the girls decided to launch herself onto the stage in a desperate attempt to rip Sean's setlist from the floor. Danny and the other crew members shut her down, rather pissed, and she and her friends argued with him for a while. We were just standing there, on the other side, but when Danny came to work by us, I very politely asked if I could get Murray's set list. With a glance down at the girls, he smiled at me and said "absolutely, you can have this setlist." Thus, manners, kids. They're everything.

From my graciously-given setlist, with last-minute additions in parentheses:

Fitzgerald Theatre, 2/3/06 )

Overall impressions? Wow. I say it every time, but wow. You almost forget, in the spaces between concerts, how powerful and fun their shows really are. I tell people that they're the best live band I've ever seen, but until they launch into their first song, I don't truly remember how it feels to stand there, how my heart jumps, how big the smile on my face is when I hear their voices.

Random things remembered from the show, in a vague semblance of order ...

- I'm left with the impression that Sean's wife is a local, as he dedicated "Graceful & Charming" to his "new family in Chanhassen".
- Dialogue, post-"Graceful", paraphrased from bad memory:

Sean: "I feel sexy now."
Alan: "You have no idea how sexy you are."
Sean: "I feel ... warm and fuzzy."
Alan: "I feel awkward having just said that." (pause) " It's kinda like a Brokeback Mountain kind of thing, isn't it?"
Sean: "We're Canadian, that's still okay."
Alan: "Don't go bragging, it may not be for very long."

- After this commentary on Canadian politics, Alan launched into a long and wandering introduction to "Tickle Cove Pond". Long. And wandering. Sean played along for a little while, but somewhere in the middle, he and Bob started to look at each other. Murry and Kris, too. Finally, Sean said something - I don't remember what - and Alan looked sheepish for a moment, but then stepped back to the mike and began "... in the long history of Newfoundland ..." Sean collapsed on the floor. Kris threw a towel at his head. Alan burst out into laughter, and then, eventually, when Sean managed to stand back up, the song began. :)

- Attack of the drunk people, part one: during the intro to "The Mermaid", Sean mentioned that it's his nephew's favorite song. Some idiot back a few rows shouted something to the effect of "which part of the mermaid is his favorite?" Sean, with a wonderfully withering look: "He's three."

- I wish I had video of Sean's Mermaid dance. It was a cross between an old-man shuffle and some sort of jig.

- I think that my favorite live song from the new album is "Old Polina" - had the most energy, sounded fantastic.

- Attack of the drunk people, part two: So, at the start of the second set, the aisles and spaces around us started to fill up - I guess the 80-year-old ushers gave up trying to control the crowd. This was mostly okay, because, hey, nothing wrong with people dancing at a GBS show! But, after Paddy Murphy (I think ... might have been before, but I'm pretty sure it was after), two incredibly drunk guys standing behind us started loudly singing "General Taylor". They were loud enough that they interrupted whatever banter was going on on stage, and the band stopped and stared at them. They kept singing. This went on for a verse or so, until the audience started getting really restless. Finally, possibly just to shut them up, Sean launched into "General Taylor" mid-stream. We got three or four verses, and it took him a verse or so to find the correct key, but man, they get all the props in the world for being able to do that, because that doesn't seem to be the kind of song you can easily do without rehearsing. At the end, Alan gave the guys a wink and a bow, and Sean shook one of their hands, which was far more gracious than they probably deserved.

- Attack of the drunk people, part three: Kate kept getting grabbed by the same group of guys - literally, grabbed around the waist, inappropriate sorts of things. She eventually made Joe move into her spot to get away from them.

- On the other hand: I'm not sure if he was one of the drunk group, or just passing through, but there was a guy next to us for a while who was a dead ringer for David Tennant. Mmmmm. Between standing next to him and directly in front of Alan and Murray? That was a lot of good-looking right there.

- At one point, they attempted to remember all the venues they've played in the Twin Cities, with a little bit of success. (Alan: "First, there was the Cedar, and then a bunch of bars, and then the zoo, and then the State Fair!") They named all venues very gracious, except the zoo, where apparently the animals were big snobs. Heh.

- Kris wasn't using his normal methods of messing with people during "Scolding Wife", but whatever he was saying to the rest of them was cracking them up. I couldn't even figure it out when he was over with Murray, and that was right in front of us!

- I'd read a review of another show this week, so I had an idea this was coming, but still, way cool to see them all shun their instruments at the start of the second encore, come out to the front of the stage, and sing "Old Brown's Daughter" without microphones. Amazing. Simply amazing.

- Kris has started to contribute to the vocals more than I remember him doing in the past. He actually seems much more a part of the band in this show, rather than just hanging out in the shadows in the back.

... I'm sure there's more, but my brain is rather jumbled. Such an AMAZING show, in case I didn't say that before. Now I really wish I could see another one! Sigh. But, this was a really fantastic experience, front row, directly stage Alan & Murray, with good friends and a wonderful show. I couldn't ask for anything more.

Tonight, Flogging Molly! Possibly alone, unless I can find someone else for the extra ticket. But, still, Flogging Molly! My music cup runneth over.

**thanks to [livejournal.com profile] annathepiper for the subject line :)
seimaisin: (sara watkins is so my girlcrush)
So, I did it. I made two concerts in one night. I'm insane, I spent too much money, but it was all worth it.

First up: the Ascot Room, for Matt Nathanson, along with Matt Wertz and Kate Earl. Kate Earl wasn't my cup of tea - as Dre put it, she was a little too Norah Jones for my tastes. That's not a bad thing, per se ... I like Norah well enough, but she's mellow enough that I don't think I'd ever really want to see her in concert, and I definitely wouldn't want to see her in a standing room only venue. The only thing I remember about Kate's set, actually, was that one of her songs started with a piano line that I swear was lifted directly from "Stay On These Roads." Had it been an a-ha cover, I would have been much more impressed!

Matt Wertz looks like a young Brad Pitt. Or a young Jack Wagner. I kept going back and forth. There's something about his voice that didn't thrill me, but he's got banter and performance skills in spades. He also has the most random taste in cover songs - I'm not sure I've heard "King of Wishful Thinking" since I was in high school, and I know I've never been a part of a live "Man In The Mirror" singalong. Heh. All in all, I'd go see him live again. (By the way, Dre, we were wrong - he's from Kansas City! That's an accent I should have been able to place, shouldn't it? ;)) His guitar player frightened me a bit, though, only because he looks like the long-lost twin brother of coworker Mac.

Matt Nathanson continued 80s Night in the Ascot Room. He and the band tried to figure out if they knew any Judas Priest songs, which somehow segued into an entire discussion about how Def Leppard's "Foolin'" was a great single. Matt had a look on his face that spoke of a man slightly frightened by the knowledge that a good half to three-quarters of his audience is too young to have ever heard that song on the radio. But, the entire cracked-out conversation ended with the statement "... and so, if you're walking around with your nipples chafed and hard, blame Def Leppard. It's their fault."

In other words, yep, I get the whole Nathanson thing now. :) The Duran Duran cover has already been mentioned - he does a killer Simon LeBon impersonation. He and his guitar player also do a frightening BeeGees impersonation, too. Gotta love it. Took me about half of the set, but it finally occurred to me who Matt reminds me of - Voltaire. No, seriously. He kinda looks like him, and the way he talks onstage reminds me of him, too. And, somehow, I don't think Matt would be terribly averse to singing songs about beheadings and necrophilia, so there you go. Heh. (I'm odd, yes.)

I cut out of that show, however, right after "Hungry Like The Wolf", in order to run six blocks back to the State Theatre. That was a transition - went from the gritty faux-jungle atmosphere of the Ascot Room, surrounded by a bunch of rowdy mostly-college-age kids packed into each other like sardines, to the State, where people from age 8 to 80 sat sedately in an ornate theatre, waiting for Nickel Creek to go onstage. I was glad to be able to sit, though. My beat-up Chucks don't provide too much support any more. My gimpy knee wasn't terribly happy with sitting, though.

We were entertained pre-show, in the audience, by a man wearing a big sumo baby costume.

Nickel Creek. My initial reaction is to clap my hands together in fangirl glee and squeal "but they're just so CUTE!!" Because they are. All three of them. Also, breathtaking musicians. Just, wow.

this post might be getting long )
seimaisin: (carter and his guitar)
Concert last night! This is the point at which I attempt to decipher the notes Dre was scrawling in my notebook all night.

(Dre, as we were leaving: "How ironic would it be if we spent part of the night snarking on the indecipherability of one of the acts, only to not be able to understand our own snark?")

Last night - The Profits at the Varsity Theatre in Dinkytown, along with a local guy by the name of Ari Herstand. First thing to say ... OMG I LOVE THE VARSITY. I want every show to be at the Varsity from now on! It's a larger room than I thought it would be; probably about the size of the Fine Line, maybe a tiny bit bigger. The lighting is great, the decor is great, and they have a ridiculous amount of cool seating - comfy couches, easy chairs, small cocktail tables, and BEDS. They seriously have beds sitting against the walls on the sides, with cushions and everything. Dre and I spent the evening lounging on a bed. Life doesn't get much better than that. I can name about a dozen acts who draw the proper sized crowd that I'd kill to see at the Varsity, Carbon Leaf being at the top of the list. Gah, how much would that rule?

(Aside: their big video screen was playing some old black & white movie about a circus - I recognized the lead actress, but couldn't place her name, but other than her, the actors were midgets and a bunch of typical circus freaks. Does this completely inadequate description ring any bells for anyone? We were curious to find out what it was.)

Anyway ... the music! First, Ari Herstand. Um. Well, I'd like to open with the partial description of his music that you find when looking up his official site on Google:Melodic trumpet, heavy beat boxing, acoustic guitar and soothing vocals. ladies and gentlemen, if Justin Timberlake and Jason Mraz had a Jewish love child, he would be Ari Herstand )

None of the preceeding lyrics are made up. In fact, they're not even the way we misheard them last night. They're the actual lyrics, taken from his website.

The thing is, he didn't entirely suck - he's a good guitar player, his melodies were catchy, and he'd have a decent stage presence if he calmed down and stopped acting like he was still playing at frat houses. But, his lyrics? No. Just, no. And he needs to stop playing with his electronic gizmos that layer his voice and instruments over one another. I go to a show to see someone playing their instrument for a whole song, not spend the first five minutes recording one lick, playing it back, then layering another lick, playing it over the first, et cetera. Also, he needs vocal training. He's got good tone, but he'd completely ripped his voice up by the end of his set.

... also, I'm just a bit bitter that a college graduate can claim Nelly as a high school memory. I am so getting old.

The, the Profits, who did not suck at all. :) Tons and tons of fun - they're energetic, their vocals and harmonies are spot on, and they have a nifty stage presence. The only possible complaint I would have with their set is that they, too, succumb to the allure of the white-boy rapping trick. The R. Kelly segue into "Stand By Me" was a lot of fun, but the rap break later on was a bit much.

They win points for on-stage banter, too. Dre transcribed an entire bit - this was the blonde, J.P., is it? "So, this song is for all of you - hey, how many of you are planning on hooking up tonight? How many are planning to hook up with Scott? Yeah, me too ... just, you know, tell him to wrap that shit up because he is DIRTY - he may look all innocent over there, but he's like, a Vietnamese hooker - double bag that shit!" Snort.

Not too much detail here, as I only got a CD of their songs yesterday, so I can't determine one from another yet. They're good stuff, though. The rhythm of their songs is also in the Mraz-vein, and the two-guitar-and-bongos setup is very reminiscent of Guster. If you like either or both of those acts, chances are, you'd like the Profits. Those on my FL who live in or around Madison should definitely check them out sometime! I bought their new CD on the way out, as well as a t-shirt - the girl at the booth was offering both for $20, so score. They said they'd be back here sometime this semester - I'll definitely be there!

(unlocking this post so that Dre can link to it. :))

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