19 posts tagged “upcoming shows”
Ah, the power of the 'bearded altbro'...do not underestimate this term, lovies.
I just want to point out right quick the irony from last Friday, from when I wrote, that I talked about seeing this man in concert but didn't think I would be able to since me and the ladies were going up to Echo Lake for the weekend. Well, where the hell do we pull off the freeway en route to Kimber but the Vallejo/Solano border where a Mickey Dee's was, and right as we pulled into the drive-thru I saw the lights of a ferris wheel from the Solano County Fair. Where I'm sure Mr. Sweat was running around in, with a hot dog and cotton candy. How incredibly tragic and mocking life was then.
(The weekend was full of amazingness and awesome, so all was not lost. But I was still bummed.)
I missed both husband's band on Wednesday and friend-of-a-friend's band Lazarus last night for the Mission Creek Festival, so I'm gonna try and make it up this weekend: Bloody Beetroots and maybe Joseph Arthur tonight, and then trying to hit Earlimart, Feist, or Gravy Train!!! tomorrow before ending the night at the Download afterparty for Datarock/Flosstradamus and then my friend Sean's superspecial warehouse party. Sunday I want to attend the Choose GOOD Block Party with my favorite Berkeley sunny indie kids the morning benders, but my mama is coming to hang out with me in the city, and she takes precendence. Duh.
Ratatatatatatatatat, I love you...can I have your bearded babies?
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Live - Ratatat @ Slim's | SF
Here is the thing about the music scene sometimes in San Francisco: it can be brutal getting into at-capacity shows. You could give away your prized Pucci moped, a burrito, and maybe a blowjob for free, and it still wouldn't have guaranteed admission into Ratatat's sold-out Slim's show last week. Six different people asked me for an extra ticket as we walked into the SOMA venue for some electroshredding, and all I have to say is this:
For all that is holy and right in the world, get
your Ratatat tickets now for the full September tour. It's gonna make
you change your pants, bang a stranger in the bathroom, and sweat until
it looks like you just emerged from a shower fully dressed. (more...)
That shit is hard. There are so many things going against you: trying to get people to dance while they are interested in hitting the bottle; using someone else's iPod and records, and therefore someone else's music tastes; and, if you have no idea who your fellow party-goers are, it makes playing stuff like Twisted Sister, which you looooooove, either the best or worst idea ever.
Danielle and I went to an alter ego-themed party Saturday, and in between taking huge sips from our Slurpee and vodka jug, dancing to Notorious B.I.G. in the middle of a carpeted room, and pretending to be lesbian, we helmed control of the house iPod on loan, hooked up to the big DJ speakers. This was a party at her co-worker's abode, so I definitely was out of the loop in terms of being connected to people at the shindig, but that didn't stop me from playing some Hall & Oates...
"HOLY SHIT, I LOVE THIS SONG!!!!"
People literally poured in from all other areas of that house to groove in the living room. Initially, I didn't know if "I Can't Go For That" was going to generate any response; I really fucking love that song, but that doesn't mean people will dance. Danielle and I high-fived and continued to bust out the greatness, even playing "I Can't Go For That" a second time, much to the delight of our drunk crowd, and we jumped up and down. Secret weapon was discovered!
In cute news, yesterday I got to spend some quality time playing DVD 'The Price Is Right' with my family, including my dad, for Father's Day, and nothing beat seeing his face when he opened his card and found Journey tickets inside. I temporarily because the favorite child. September 27, greatness will be had!
Lastly, my BFD review went live earlier last week, and finally, my Wallpaper feature went live today...I will save WP for its own entry tomorrow, but know that I still laugh myself when I read it. That crazy Ricky Reed...
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Live - Live 105's BFD 2008 @ Shoreline Amphitheatre | SF
Admittedly, I had my reservations about the Live 105 event, which boasted to be "the summer's premiere music festival" on PSAs and promo around the Bay Area. I absolutely hate the large-stadium feel of the venue BFD was going to be in and prefer intimate ones, and the line-up seemed schizo, with artists ranging from Cypress Hill to MGMT to DJ AM, but hey - that's more or less my own record collection, so I was one to talk. Plus, given the insanity of last year's extravaganza, I was curious to know if the station could top even itself.
The BFD madness began the night before with a free pre-party at 330 Ritch hosting The Whigs, who have also been one of our On The Cover artists. A cool garage rock trio who sound like they borrowed The Vines' Craig Nichols, transplanted him into the Black Keys temporarily, and then renamed themselves while picking the axe simultaneously, The Whigs played hard and faithfully despite a thin turnout. "Right Hand On My Heart" is a example of the classic rock vehicle these guys can maneuver, but it's also tracks like "Sleep Sunshine," a beautiful slow tempo with drowsy lyrics and slider guitar that provides the band to branch out, and ultimately glow. I really look forward to seeing what else these Georgia boys can deliver.
After grabbing late-night donuts post-show and watching Designing Women at the shop with my friend Danielle, I passed out to wake up early the next morning and caravan down to Mountain View's Shoreline Amphitheatre with friends Kristin, Mario, and Mars' friend Jesse, all of us excited for different reasons: MSTRKRFT, Alkaline Trio, the local stage. We arrived right past The Whigs set time and promptly split up to explore, so I settled into Atreyu's set before realizing that even when I was 14, I didn't like this shit, but I appreciated the shredding they were doing on stage. I wandered a bit to soak up the adjustments to this year's festival in comparison to 2007's: there was no main stage area anymore, but rather a split stage set-up in the parking lot where when one band finished, the other could start up almost instantaneously. The new creation of the Subsonic tent, dedicated to electronic and dance music, was tucked neatly in the back and hosted both DJ and live acts. The main festival stage that faced seats and lawn areas was now turned into a meet-and-greet area.
After deciding against and then caving into $8 plastic bottled beer (you read that right), Kristin and I stopped in on San Francisco hot DJ Omar of popscene and Leisure fame, who got the crowd moving at 3:30 in anticipation of the acts scheduled later on. I then moseyed over to see MGMT, who I was definitely not prepared to take in. "Weekend Wars" sort of sounds like if David Bowie decided to reincarnate himself with a folk twist but couldn't let go of his synth roots, and then his music had a bunch of sex with the New York post-punk music. Topped off with these ridiculous outfits composed of one-pieces and straw hats, the Brooklyn band ripped through "Electric Feel," "Time To Pretend," and ended with "Kids," which found Oakland bad Hottub crashing the stage and having an orgy with the MGMT kids while the band tried to play. It was definitely one of the highlights of the day.
A short pretzel break later, and we were back in the Subsonic tent, after acquiring my friend Maria at the gates and Nick in the tent, and a margarita deemed 'the yard stick' at the booze tables. Lyrics Born thrust out a funk-inspired set full of speedy rhymes and a sassy back-up singer, and I got in the mood to dance as DJ Steve Aoki prepped his turntables. If you've ever peeked at Aoki's itinerary, this guy is all over the place, literally - one day in Japan, the next in L.A., the next at a private party. Maybe all the jetlag got to him, or the heat that day, but he reminded me of a 14 year-old who got left alone with his dad's record collection for two hours for the first time. He headbanged-danced like a cross between an angry three year-old and a slam dancer (thank you, Nick); he zipped right across the stage, left, right, and then up and down, touching every amp in between; he climbed up on the speakers and tousled his hair like he was out of his mind. Needless to say, I was more impressed he could still mix properly lest suffer from a brain hemorrhage. Plus, I knew he was doing something right when I spotted The Kooks' lead singer Luke Pritchard dancing on one of the speakers midway through!
Aoki picked up his stuff to let friend DJ AM helm the tables after him; I wrote in January about the sheer propensity the L.A.-based DJ had to innately know what the crowd wanted, and it seems like the guy is just like wine, it only gets better with age. Jay Z to Daft Punk, Weezer to The Presets, mid-90s dance anthems and current singles, AM knows what he's doing, and I decided if I ever had a half million dollars to blow, I will hire this guy to DJ my wedding. We squeezed amongst a throng of a now-packed tent to dance to his set, which didn't disappoint in any capacity. Breathless, we simmered down to watch Santogold as she took front and center after AM. Her two backup dancers, dressed to perfection in pressed white collared shirts and tailored black pants, provided the most entertainment. Prerecorded backing tracking backed Santogold, and from there the mediocrity hit plateau. I really wanted to like her, considering the hype surrounding her M.I.A. meets Gwen Stefani sound, but maybe the half hour set she was limited to didn't allow her true potential to follow, she just couldn't own the stage.
I ended up sitting with Maria talking about my love life outside of the tent for MSTRKRFT's set, but knowing I would see them at the Mezzanine after party later in the night justified my tales of woe taking precedence. It did amuse me that Usher's "Love In This Club" made an appearance during the duo's set, and ashamed me to realize that I knew the lyrics as well. I serenaded Maria with "I'll be like your medicine, you'll take every dose of me!" much to her bemusement.
After an In'N'Out stop, we trekked back to the City to catch Motor live at Mezzanine in San Francisco before MSTRKRFT took stage. The London pair has songs about not being human and gays in America and have a decidedly industrial feel to them I didn't anticipate, but appreciated. It seemed like the packed house at Mezzanine also appreciated them, because I was getting pushed left and right; as MSTRKRFT came on we decided to push our way through to the middle of the floor and dance like no tomorrow. Sadly, my comrades could not take the stuffy air around us four songs in, so we relocated to the back to watch. Hunger and fatigue began to settle in, and a quick drop in to indie club Leisure and a late-night diner ended my BFD experience. And while I can't say if this year tops last, I can say with certainty that sunscreen indeed never washes off.
By JENZ Jun 12, 2008 in NEWSMan, I am just pumping these out this week, aren't I? I'm also working on a Ed Harcourt package (oooh, dirty-sounding), a Jamie Lidell review from last night (Jesus Christ, never before have I seen moves on a white boy in a pressed suit like that), and my gem of gems Wallpaper. feature - hopefully it will run tomorrow, but I'm swamped at work work, so potentially it might be Monday. I am dying to show these pictures...
Tonight I am witnessing the sheer brilliance of Flight of the Conchords live...I am so scared my stomach is not going to recover from the laughs. Apparently I also have three songs (or in FOTC time, seven minutes) to photograph the essence of this duo tonight before my camera gets taken away. Talk about pressure.
Anyway - here is the review from last week's popscene, which rules beyond all doubts. Enjoy!
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Live - Foals @ Popscene | SF
The Oxford ensemble stopped by in a first of a seven-date swing through North America, and the fans waiting outside the club before doors were not disappointed. Splicing a healthy dose of dance punk, prog rock, and synth heartbeats together, the band primarily focused on showcasing their stuff off new album Antidotes, a furious and rhythmic fury of seductive bass and choice lyrics coupled together. Live, tracks like "The French Open" encompassed a more jam-band feel live, drummer and frontman Yannis Philippakis rocking back and forth frantic to his math rock-oriented beats. "Heavy Water" carried a more somber and relaxed air, while single "Cassius" caused a raucous commotion in the front rows in response to the jagged guitar riffs that were dancing with the timekeeping of impeccable drums.
"We are the epitome of professionalism," said Philippakis between songs, seemingly being cheeky but also serious. The guys sprinkled in small quips about finding themselves "in the best district ever [the Tenderloin]" and describing the bum pee they walked around, as well as their love of San Francisco over New York ("their applause has nothing on you guys"). Post-show, the guitarist wobbled around on crutches due to an undisclosed injury; my respect for the band only grew after that. If anything, the swarm at the merch booth post-show only shows their growing power on the indie circuit.
By JENZ
May 29, 2008 in
NEWS
1 - I am sort of ridiculously obsessed about the new Kanye video for "Flashing Lights" - I already think he's innovative as it is, but for this video he went David Lynch on our asses:
Holy shit. This would have been something I would loved to do in my Noir class if I had $800,000 to blow that semester. (And for the record, "Lost Highway" still gives me the shivers. Every time.). The Kanye video has everything I love in photo shoots: lingerie, fire, bondage, shovels, a beautifully color-saturated landscape in the desert. On the Universal YouTube page (which wouldn't let me link directly to the video, sadly), it even has a disclaimer for how graphic the video is. I can't wait for part two...
2 - I had to take the day off work on Friday not only for my brother's WVC graduation, but to travel to the Amazon for a very rare and very special Ricky Reed from Wallpaper photoshoot. My trusty machete that I always carry in my camera bag definitely came in handy. When I came back, I was able to track down Eric Frederic and try to absolve all the noise about Ricky being missing...it will be covered in a feature I am doing for the Tripwire next week, so stay put. But for now, here is first proof that Ricky is okay:
Thank the lord the man is alright. I don't know what I would have done without my fingersnappin' booty jam crooner.
Also, I need to make sure I get tested for malaria on Monday, too - just to be positive I didn't contract anything. Those jungles are a beast.
3 - The Langhorne Slim review and photo gallery I did went live on Wednesday; what is it about guys in suspenders? Swoon swoon swoon...article link is here and C&P'ed below.
4 - Next week is busy: trying to crash the Beirut and Flight of the Conchords show, bowling with Ladytron, "getting hot" with Jaguar Love (as Kristin would say), hugging my friendies on Memorial Day...I feel this is the start of a beautiful summer!
Now, to call Kaiser...
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Live - Langhorne Slim @ The Independent | SF
The Independent was full of kids
doing various jigs by the time I arrived, and I got a few elbows in the
ribs while trying to snap around. It was easy to see why the running
man was in full effect, though. Tracks like "In The Midnight" and
standout "Rebel Side Of Heaven" encompass rooted melody surrounded by a
great guitar and rhythm line, with Slim's voice sounding like he's
carrying a smile the whole time: "No, we ain't going to hell, we're
going to the rebel side of heaven," he sang with such conviction and
airiness, it was hard not to believe him. In tow with backing band the
War Eagles, the threesome employed the use of a guitar, stand-up bass,
and drum kit alone to belt out alterna-folk-indietastic tunes without
being pretentious. "Diamonds and Gold" has the old-time, dusty folk I
have come to be so fond of from Slim, a sleeper of a ballad that is
both dainty and dirty with encouraging lyrics like "It's alright to
smile, it's alright to get a little happy along the way." Slim also
delivered some well-humored commentary in between songs; when a chair
was pulled out for a quieter track, someone yelled from the audience
"Lazy!" to which he responded, "This is not lazy. It's acoustic."
The encore found Slim and co. personally pulling up people from the audience onto the stage for a full-on dance party, the front man himself running around kicking up his legs, too. I am only bummed I didn't find myself in these guys' presence sooner.
P.S. Dear Ferraby Lionheart: I am very sad I missed your set before Langhorne's. I was too busy stuffing dinner sushi down my throat. Next time. XOXO
Photos by JENZ
By JENZ
May 21, 2008 in
NEWS
It's kind of tragic. Let's begin.
I was first introduced into the cluster fuck of Eric Frederic/Ricky Reed during this year's Noise Pop - Becca and I got sassed by the whole get-up: 90s shades, faux fur coat, fake gold chain, fedora, satin gloves, velvet cloth over chairs. And once he did a cover of Bel Biv Devoe's "Poison," let me tell you, it was all over. I was instantly in love. I wrote a bit about how this used to be my main jam growing up. I actually was listening to some of these mixtapes last night: Blackstreet, New Edition, Keith Sweat. I have such great memories of growing up on this music, since the popular radio stations in my hometown played a lot of New Jack swing (which I just found out was a term!) and R&B/hip-hop/rap-infused tracks.
After Noise Pop, I got borderline obsessive and began to try and catch as many shows as I could; Danielle and I got absolutely hammered and booty-shook the night away when he played Blow Up in March, drinking God knows how much during the set, getting our pictures snapped that ended up on MySpace, and ending the night in an epic cab episode. Then I trekked out to Oakland in April to catch him at the Stork Club with Jerry, where we danced at the front nearly on the stage with the man himself and then played drunk pool until I had to catch BART back into the city, wherein we got Taco Bell and I peed on a bank. wallpaper. gets me into trouble, for sure.
So I've been doing a little bit of comparative analysis in preparation for the wallpaper. show on Thursday (ahem, coughanalysisyeahrightmorelikeswooningcough), which is a record release party for their T-Rex EP. I've noticed as I've been YouTubing wallpaper. videos that there is a great distinction in Eric's showsmanship over the past year:
Video #1: look at his babyface. It seems like he's like a little kid performing, really having fun with the persona, and very relaxed. In video #2, which is only six months later, it's like he's actually now owning the character. Maybe it's the acquisition of the beard scruff, who knows, but man. That air of maturity, swank, confidence, "Yes I know I'm a badass motherfucker" attitude eminating from that seriously amazing blazer? Sex is just oozing out of him. The times I've seen him he's been the person in video #2, and let me tell you, it is pure hotness.
And believe you me also, I have no fucking idea if this thing he's created is "for real" or serious or an homage or a side project for laughs. Wendy and I were talking about why I love this guy so much; I think he not only encompasses what I miss/liked about my childhood, but it also putting a new spin on what I loved so much about that era in music. It also really doesn't hurt he's supremely attractive. Anyway, I am so stoked to see him on Thursday and hopefully get a better picture than this one from February.
Sexy times for sure! I mean, how can you not love this catchy gem, with a video featuring a cameo by your favorite funky dinosaur? "Now let's wait for this alcohol to settle into my veiny vein veins..."
I didn't include this in my review, but I gotta say - Sons & Daughters I think is the hottest band I have ever seen, no joke. All of them look like they stepped out of the pages of the Ford Modeling Agency ready to rock some linen ads, or something. It's really no fair how attractive they are. Plus, the bass player (first one on the left in the picture) was pregnant and still rocking the strings. Insane.
Original clippy here!
I'm getting back the proofs from a shoot I did last week - it's gonna be for a feature on this cool Oakland band who I think is gonna be following the Scissors For Lefty popularity train in feel-good, poptastic music. I'm really hoping four of the frames came out from the three rolls I shot. It's gonna be a big package tomorrow for the Trip, wish me luck that everything comes through!
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Live - Sons & Daughters @ Great American Music Hall | SF
Bethel is indeed an anomaly in her own right. At times her voice was
both harmonious and soulful, delivering a sweet croon over flawless
rhythms, served up by timekeeper drummer David Gow. Other times she was
channeling her inner banshee-meets-opera singer vocals, a perfect blend
of pitch and screaming, spirit and grit. And paired with the talents of
the rest of the band - Ailidh Lennon on slinky bass line duties and
Scott Patterson on ripped, dirty guitar and co-vocals - I was
completely taken aback as to why the show had not sold out.
"I'd just like to thank you for coming back out tonight," said Patterson halfway through their set at the Great American Music Hall. "We haven't been back to San Francisco in two years, we were afraid that people wouldn't come out at all."
Ah ha.
I think, though, with a little bit more exposure, more sold-out concerts will be in the band's future. As much as I want to contain the four-piece as my own little secret, I'd much rather spread the fast, furious, and oh-so-delicious love of these guys because I'm a giving person like that. I can't keep songs like "Darling" to myself, which showcased a pop element beat with a catchy guitar riff and Bethel's sweet singing backed up by a low croon interspliced from Patterson. And there is no way in hell I can keep tracks like "Rama Lama" and "Gift Complex" from anyone, the former finding Patterson more upfront and center with a baritone of a sex voice and Bethel sharply shrieking on perfect 1-2-3 over Lennon's Western-inspired bass. The latter ensnared Bethel in a tangle of fast rhymes and melodious hums to produce a beautiful and ridged combination. I was breathless at the end of the show just watching them play.
Indie, folk, rock, acoustic, country, soul, I don't care what label you give Sons and Daughters, so long as you give them a spin. Be prepared for greatness.
By JENZ
May 05, 2008 in
NEWS
This week I am due to die of dance-overload: Calvin Harris tonight, dancing and drinking with Alli for her birthday on Friday, Cut Copy & Simian Mobile Disco Saturday, possibly Les Savy Fav on Sunday...my legs hurt just thinking about it.
Last night's show was actually pretty fun, including the group of gays by me in the back going apeshit for the 'Nauts. I just wish I wasn't so congested...
Linky-loo here!
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Live - Midnight Juggernauts @ Mezzanine | SF
Last week I got an email with the best
words in a row I like to see: "Go easy on your pocket and come check
out Midnight Juggernauts at Mezzanine for the first show of their U.S.
tour! FREE FOR ALL!" Well, pull my arm why don't you? The 'Nauts are in
the same string of these bands right now delivering up a smörgåsbord of
tracks carefully crafted of one part disco, one part synth, one part
keys, and all parts foreign (or so it seems). Thus my sick ass
(allergies curse you) trekked out to witness these Aussies take stage.
For having their first full-length not even come out in the States until May 9, the three blokes from Down Under sure know what they're doing. More successful tracks played from new debut album "Dystopia" were ones with the heavier bass and synth-riddled beats: "Ending of an Era" emitting a Daft-Punk homage of echo-y pounds and "Nine Lives" carrying a fluffy, happy vibe of the good days of rave, and "Road To Recovery" delivering such heavy bass my butt was feeling the vibrations as I leaned against the wall. And while slower-type songs like "Scorpius" got slightly lost in the murkiness of being a 'ballad,' the Juggernauts are on the train to fine tuning with catchy-as-all-hell "Into The Galaxy," sounding like a bit if Klaxons decided to go on sabbatical for three years and emerging with a masterpiece of dance with a fusion of David Bowie and Boston somehow on vocals.
"Thank you so much for coming out, and on a Wednesday too," said the lead singer as the band adjusted themselves for the second half of their set. "It's our first headlining date in the U.S.! Ever!" The band is due to tour more this year; try to catch them before they become big and you end up complaining about not being able to see over that hipster's giant fro. After all, they are Justice-approved.
04.25.08 - Indio, CA (Coachella)
04.29.08 - Denver, CO (Hi-Dive)
05.02.08 - Chicago, IL (Double-Door)
05.03.08 - Toronto (Mod Club)
05.04.08 - Montreal, QC (Les Saints)
05.06.08 - Washington, DC (9:30 Club)
05.07.08 - Philadelphia, PA (Johnny Brendas)
05.09.08 - New York, NY (Bowery Ballroom)
(Thank you, Omar, for that Boston reference. Who knew?)
By JENZ
Apr 24, 2008 in
NEWS
I don't know about you, but I know I am a little burned out, tired, and annoyed hearing about this festival and that festival and so-and-so confirmed to play. I'm pretty festival-ed out (let's stop copying the Brits, shall we?), but I have enough energy to be excited about BFD 2008. In terms of stuff for SF, Noise Pop I love for the pure insanity of bouncing around the whole city; Not So Silent Night I love because it comes in time right around finals for me to blow off some steam dancing; newcomer Treasure Island Music Festival I love because the weather is super nice in the city around that time; and I'm sure I'm going to love Outside Lands in August because, hello, score.
I heart BFD because it comes right when school ends in June, and I can take a day to drink a lot of beer and terrorize the IMEEM photobooth with my friendies. But I think the reason I love BFD so much is that it reminds me a lot of Coachella in trying to make the different stages in time to see the bands I want to (much like TIMF and I think Outside Lands is gonna do), and that I usually play basketball in the backstage area while drunk and stalk indie rock boyfriends. It's a good time.
Thus, BFD 2008 was announced today, and while Charlie mentioned it might be a little 90s heavy, MSTRKRFT and MGMT live?? Holy shit. We should make a whole festival of bands whose names are acronyms...
Canavan 2008!
BFD 2008
June 7, 2008
Shoreline Ampitheatre
BUDLIGHT FESTIVAL STAGE (noon-8:30pm)
Cypress Hill | Pennywise | Flogging Molly | Alkaline Trio
Airborne Toxic Event | Flobots | The Whigs | Middle Class Rut
SUBSONIC TENT (3pm-11pm)
Moby | MSTRKRFT | DJ AM | Santogold | Steve Aoki | Lyrics Born
Mike Relm | PlayRadioPlay | DJ Omar | Richard Oh | Hot Tub | DJ Miles
SOUNDCHECK LOCAL MUSIC STAGE (1pm-6pm)
The Phenomenauts | Love Like Fire | Here Here | Magic Bullets
Apside | The Hundred Days | Federalists | Action Design
Uh, yeah. Journey in my hood in September, alongside Heart and Cheap Trick. Did I just not talk about the insanity of the holy 80s Batman machine? I'm trying to convince all my friendies to buy lawn tickets so we can get hammered and cry during "Faithfully." It's all already too much for words. And the funny thing is, every person I have told about this show has literally screamed, "OH MY GOD. I HAVE TO CALL/TAKE MY DAD TO THIS SHOW." It's really, really fucking awesome. Thank you dads who had kids in the 80s, you have officially breeded a new generation of hardcore Journey fans.
Continuing on, Dr. Pepper announced to the NYDN that the company will give every person in America a can of the "new and improved" soda if Axl Rose releases that one Guns N' Roses album he's been trying to make for the past 10 years. Are they insane? Best marketing ploy ever, for sure, but I mean...what do you even drink with Dr. Pepper? Stoli? Captain Morgan's? A big stew of cornrows?
I'm sorry I have been M.I.A. for the past week and a half or so, it's been nuts in Jenzyland. I'll have clips and such to post tomorrow, but for now, I will leave you with pictures of my two new boyfriends in indie rock/DJ haps:
Top: Sweden's finest. Bottom: new superstar DJ. Yeah, I'm so tragic.
First of all, George Michael in June?? Seriously?????????
Yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Apparently, it's for the first time in 17 years (which is no too shy of my age, yikes), and is shaping up to be a farewell tour of sorts. Let's just hope I can hear some fucking "All She Wants" uninterrupted and that the GM doesn't pull a Babs and goes on like 17 farewell tours. Phew.
Speaking of:
Anyway, it's been attack of the 80s recently, which makes me grateful to have the chance to be able to see the bands I got into while growing up and in college, but is also bummed; I was so born in the wrong decade. In more concert news, The Police are playing in July with Elvis Costello and the Imposters (!!) opening, and Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers are headling the Outside Lands Festival in August. How cool would it have been to see these bands in their element when they were popular?
Speaking of the OLF (my new acronym for the Outside Lands Festival), Beck has also been confirmed to play, and I almost fell off my chair Monday when I found out. Radiohead and the love of my fake Scientology life? I'm into it.
- and watching the video about nine times. Best morning ever. I wish Pop-Up Video was still around.
