A case of the Mondays
...OK, Daft Punk melted my brain on Saturday night. That’s all there is to it. You remember “DeadHeads,” people that would follow the Grateful Dead on tour? I’m officially a member of the Robot Disco Army, and would love nothing more than to hop on the Daft Punk mothership never to return. Well, maybe for holidays and stuff, but you get the picture. That would be the best life ever, just going to the most incredible dance party imaginable night after night after night. God bless Daft Punk and “Viva La France” for reals...
...Yes, other stuff happened too. Last night I tried in vain to see Hot Hot Heat open for Snow Patrol at the Greek . But by the time I climbed the hill and reached my seat (which was next to an extreme hottie named Cindy that looked like a turbo-charged version of Amanda Bynes. Nice work, Keren!), there was no twitchy dance-punk for me...
...Surprise surprise, Snow Patrol didn’t suck. They’re not exactly my cup of Yerba Mate, but I can see why their melodic mini-anthems have such appeal. They’re kind of like an Irish Goo Goo Dolls, each song meticulously crafted for maximum radio impact. But the singer has a strong voice and was charming and really funny between songs. The thing with the dead bug on the set list was classic. You had to be there. I’m officially no longer mad at Snow Patrol. Don’t tell anyone, but I kind of liked it...
...The real fun yesterday was downtown at Little Radio’s Summer Camp . OK, why haven’t I been kicking it down here every Sunday? Color me moronic. I won’t make that mistake again. It’s an easy sell: give them some money, and you get to eat, drink, listen to good bands and watch insanely hot indie girls chilling out in blow-up swimming pools. Sure, they ran out of booze for a minute – s#!t happens. Spindrift and Dead Meadow played ominous, kind of monstrous sets (Dead Meadow were going for Melvins-level volume overload), lots of good people maxin’ and relaxin’—hooray for Summer Camp, people...
...Friday night was real interesting. Sonic Youth, live at the Greek, performing “Daydream Nation” in its entirety. You can’t front on that. Gemini and I made it to our very posh seats (big ups to you, Judy) just in time to see them launch into “Teenage Riot,” one of my all-time favorite songs by anybody. They sounded and looked great, but something was amiss. For one, the sound was way too quiet. So much so that Gemini and I were actually sushed by these dudes next to us. That’s when I realized people that bought “Daydream Nation” when it first came out surrounded us, and that this was a serious deal and kind of religious for a lot of them. Still, you’d think there could be a little more rocking out and less sitting there like lumps drinking beer. I’m just saying. This is Sonic Youth, y’all. The most seminal band this side of Velvet Underground. Most of what's in the indie rock section of your music collection owes them a huge debt. Thankfully, on the other side of us were cute girls getting hammered and rocking out to "’Cross The Breeze" and "Kissability". Hi Mindy, thanks for the margarita. God, I’m such a whore...