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So, I haven't talked too much about this, because it involves me over-identifying with music again, and I feel kinda dumb talking about that kind of thing.
Ever since I heard all of Pretty. Odd., I've been in a one-sided fight with them. It's not that I don' t like the music, its that it's not what I wanted from them. A Fever You Can't Sweat Out is young, hungry, and angry. It's raw and desperate and upset. It doesn't have anything figured out and it knows it. It's bitter and cynical and confused and hurt. It's frantic music to jump around too until you are too tired to move and your throat is raw. These are all things I identify with. I don't know jack shit about life, and I'm not really okay with that, and I'm still young and desperate and confused, but if I can yell about taking the fight out of the kid, it lets me know that someone somewhere felt a little like I do sometimes. In contrast, Pretty. Odd is lyrical, metaphorical, and relaxed. If not happy, it's mellow and chill and okay with life, even if things aren't the best. It's dreamy and whimsical and melodic. It has enough figured out to be satisfied. Which isn't to say that I don't have my moments of whimsy and spend most of my time daydreaming. But what I expected from Panic was more catharsis and what I got was NOT.
( But after Saturday night, I forgave them. )
Also playing was Phantom Planet, the Hush Sound, and Motion City Soundtrack. I was kinda dragging, and also, started out really far back, so I have no pictures of any of these guys. whoops.
The lead singer from Phantom Planet leaves me completely CHARMED at all times. He is excellent at stage banter and talking to the crowd. I also really enjoy the drummer, mostly because he's got one of those very interesting faces that isn't attractive by most definitions, but is just so interesting. Also, I feel like he's got this look of long-suffering tolerance down PAT, which I can only imagine comes from living in close quarters with the lead singer. You know he's a handful. And he (the lead singer) totally finished off the set by crowd surfing about halfway to the merch table. It was pretty fucking amazing. I'll see them live any time.
The Hush Sound were awesome as per usual, though Greta's mic was fucked up. They played Wine Red and some of my other old favorites and some of my new favorites. I danced my ass off.
Motion City Soundtrack made me wish I knew any of their music. This was also the portion of the evening where I was stuck behind two super-tall dudes and their equally tall girlfriends. But the crowd kept doing this amazing thing where people would leave, and also everyone would take a giant three or four steps forward, so by the start of Panic, I was even with the main building. By the end of Panic, I was about 10 rows back. \o/
How was your weekend?
Ever since I heard all of Pretty. Odd., I've been in a one-sided fight with them. It's not that I don' t like the music, its that it's not what I wanted from them. A Fever You Can't Sweat Out is young, hungry, and angry. It's raw and desperate and upset. It doesn't have anything figured out and it knows it. It's bitter and cynical and confused and hurt. It's frantic music to jump around too until you are too tired to move and your throat is raw. These are all things I identify with. I don't know jack shit about life, and I'm not really okay with that, and I'm still young and desperate and confused, but if I can yell about taking the fight out of the kid, it lets me know that someone somewhere felt a little like I do sometimes. In contrast, Pretty. Odd is lyrical, metaphorical, and relaxed. If not happy, it's mellow and chill and okay with life, even if things aren't the best. It's dreamy and whimsical and melodic. It has enough figured out to be satisfied. Which isn't to say that I don't have my moments of whimsy and spend most of my time daydreaming. But what I expected from Panic was more catharsis and what I got was NOT.
( But after Saturday night, I forgave them. )
Also playing was Phantom Planet, the Hush Sound, and Motion City Soundtrack. I was kinda dragging, and also, started out really far back, so I have no pictures of any of these guys. whoops.
The lead singer from Phantom Planet leaves me completely CHARMED at all times. He is excellent at stage banter and talking to the crowd. I also really enjoy the drummer, mostly because he's got one of those very interesting faces that isn't attractive by most definitions, but is just so interesting. Also, I feel like he's got this look of long-suffering tolerance down PAT, which I can only imagine comes from living in close quarters with the lead singer. You know he's a handful. And he (the lead singer) totally finished off the set by crowd surfing about halfway to the merch table. It was pretty fucking amazing. I'll see them live any time.
The Hush Sound were awesome as per usual, though Greta's mic was fucked up. They played Wine Red and some of my other old favorites and some of my new favorites. I danced my ass off.
Motion City Soundtrack made me wish I knew any of their music. This was also the portion of the evening where I was stuck behind two super-tall dudes and their equally tall girlfriends. But the crowd kept doing this amazing thing where people would leave, and also everyone would take a giant three or four steps forward, so by the start of Panic, I was even with the main building. By the end of Panic, I was about 10 rows back. \o/
How was your weekend?
