I started this yesterday on my lunch because, as gilgrim mentioned last Friday, I’ve been put on lock-down from the interwebz. Well, everyone at work here has, whatever. I really just need this job as a filler until I finish graduate school and can start teaching full time, but man would I jump ship today if I could. Until I can quit the blog posts might come with a bit less frequency…
Sunday night the wife and I saw The Cure at the Shrine. Generally, at these types of shows, there’s just one opening act that, for the most part, you try and miss. For some odd reason, the traffic was actually very good in LA that night so after parking, walking around a bit, and buying a shirt for the wife, we were in our seats by the time miscellaneous opening band was into their 2nd song. The “band,” as it turned out, is called 65daysofstatic. Now, I don’t want to say that they upstaged the headliners because when The Cure throwdown a 3-hour set with almost no breaks, they can’t be upstaged. But you expect a band like The Cure to be great. You do not, however, expect the unbilled opening act to be great.
So as I type this I’m wearing a 65daysofstatic t-shirt.
Let’s see if I can adequately describe them….
I can’t, not really. The closest I can come is this:
Imagine if Thom Yorke and Trent Reznor joined ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of The Dead, and you might start getting close to their sound.
They’re a four piece with, as far as their 45 minutes Sunday night could indicate, no actual singer. They have the standard, guitar, bass, drums set up, and the fourth member alternates between playing guitar, keyboards and a synthesizer/mixing board…often within a single song.
They were, possibly, the loudest/most melodic producers of pure noise that I’ve ever heard. I’m not entirely sure how it was done, but imagine a loud, thumping undercurrent of white noise with multiple melodies running all through it and I’ve just explained the tip of the poverbial iceberg.
Two days later I’m still a little shell-shocked from the show.
About an hour into The Cure’s set they went into Boys Don’t Cry and the balcony of the Shrine started to sway and bounce…it continued to do so for two more hours. It was a uniquely exhilarting/disturbing experience that was oddly fitting for the night.
This Saturday tickets go on sale for Coldplay. It is, sadly, a Tuesday night show, and it was difficult enough to secure adequate babysitting for a Sunday concert that I think the wife and I will have to miss it. Which is sad because we saw Coldplay the last time they were in Southern California and it was a very good show.
I will just have to content myself by purchasing the new Weezer album later today…
No Fun At All – Lose Another Friend
So, why did work shut off interwebz access for everyone? Sucking up too much bandwidth?
They didn’t shut it off…they just said, “stop using the interwebz so much people who have interwebz access”, which isn’t a lot of people, mind you. I mean, I posted this entry while at work, I just have to be a lot less conspicuous about it, thus the (probable) less frequent posting because I’m less inclined to do it once at home.
Ooooooooooo. I like them : )