i just got home from the bright eyes show, and i had a blast. nathan got sick at the last minute, so i went alone. it was no big deal, i've done it before, and i'll do it again. honestly, the place was so packed, i couldn't have stood with him the whole time. we'd have gotten separated anyways. the nice waitress at the backstage cafe helped me sell my extra ticket, so it was all good.
there were two opening acts. the first one was good and the second one sucked. the first band didn't have any drums for most of the songs. you might ask, "how, christina, did they keep the beat?" and i would answer you, "well, it's simple. see, one of the girls in the band, her only job in the band was to TAP DANCE and that was the main means of percussion in the music. it tickled me something fierce. they also brought out the drummer from rilo kiley for one song, and he played drums on a trash can.
for the second band, imagine Ani DiFranco. she has her own sort of appeal, and i have no need to criticize her music. now imagine her voice if she screeched worse than frank black ever managed during every single song the whole way through. now add a guy beat boxing and you have the second opening band. it was so bad it gave me a headache, and that's saying something.
bright eyes came on and all the girls swooned and so did most of the boys. they put on a really good show and downed a lot of beer in the course of it. i think my favorite part was when, during the final song, right before he decided to go crazy, he smashed his bottle of beer on the neck of his guitar, then started thrashing around. he played feedback to rival even kurt cobain's, or again, frank black's. then, as the drummer went nuts himself, conor smashed his guitar on the drummer's cymbals. pieces of tuning keys flew everywhere. i think it's the first guitar carnage i've ever seen live. i can't remember anyone else even attempting to smash anything. the roadie came and got the wreckage after the lights came on and all the strings were hanging off the neck.
that skinny, drunk boy has a lot of rage.
the only thing i was disappointed in was that they didn't play even one old song. at least no one came with me, so no one who only knew the old songs would have been disappointed. i'm convinced that part of the reason they didn't play any old songs was because these stupid kids in the audience kept shouting for old songs, and then one idjit shouted "no more new songs!!" i was pissed. and i'm sure that had more to do with the band's decision than anything like, say, them saying in interviews that they really don't enjoy playing old songs. hehe.
i need to start taking my camera to shows. the only problem is, it's really not a pocket camera. i'd have to find some convenient and safe way to carry it around. hmm. any suggestions would be appreciated. social distortion is the next show, and i'd like to be prepared. mike ness isn't as attractive as conor oberst, but i'd still like pictures if the norva allows them, which, apparently, they do.
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I dont know how you feel about getting a new cell phone that takes pics? The quality is ok! I think Biff have one of the best pocket camera's I have seen. It was a canon, they aren't that expensive.
i thought about that, but i just got a new phone a year ago, and i think it extended my contract two years, so i think i'll wait until they're ready to give me a free phone. is it true that you can get some crappy digital cameras for $20? if they're small enough, i could get one specifically for hiding in my pocket at concerts. obviously i'd rather take better quality photos, but it doesn't really matter because i'm never going to get photographer's access to any shows. i'll never sit way up front anyways, so it doesn't matter.
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