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rikibethFirst of all, I just want to say that I am a Big Old Loser, because I couldn't find anyone to go to the concert with me. Since ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shadowflyer and I are going to cherrybutterfly's apartment-warming party tonight, it seemed unfair to leave Christy alone two nights in a row with melovechocolate, and in any case we'd nearly forgotten the birthday party that she was going to that overlapped with the concert start time... tikvah was down with a cold, grey_and_purple was recovering from having passed a kidney stone, garsha had no babysitter, tragic_tea was tired from traveling, and I didn't think to get in touch with _ccmc until it was much too close to concert time... and I lost The Countess' phone number!
However, I went anyway. Dressed half for comfort and half for morale -- black cami, olive cargo shorts (so I wouldn't have to bring my purse), black and white striped tights (they're getting a RUN in them, hand! staple! forehead!), 20-eye Docs, and my Warped hoodie. Remembered to eat dinner -- grabbed a cheeseburger at Wendy's, yay dollar menu. Got there early enough to pick up the flyers I'd promised to hand out -- it's very useful having the Webster Theater friended on Myspace, because in exchange for distributing MCR flyers at the Weezer/Foo Fighters show in Bridgeport next week, I got free tickets for this show AND for the Pietasters/Big D and the Kids Table show next week.
Anyway, not only was I early enough for the flyers, I was also sufficiently early that they hadn't opened the doors to the main hall yet, only the "Underground" next door. There seems to be a rule that the second stage bands shouldn't be old enough to shave yet... I didn't catch that band's name, but I have to give them credit for doing "California Uber Alles" re-worked as an anti-Mitt Romney "Massachusetts Uber Alles."
When the main stage opened, I went in, and went right up to the stage, since it wasn't crowded yet. The first band to play was Stressbomb, a punk band from New London. They weren't bad. I wouldn't necessarily go out of my way to see them again, but I wouldn't avoid them; they had a good, energetic set, and they had The Look down, too. Much love for the checkered tie and the porcupine hair.
Left Alone was on next. They were the band I'd actually come there to see -- I'd loved them at Warped, and I hadn't gotten to see a full set becausemelovechocolate has a short attention span and doesn't share my love for ska. They were terrific. It still wasn't very crowded, which meant there was plenty of room to dance, and the crowd skanked up a storm. They said they might be back in February or March, and I'm looking forward to it.
About Roger Miret and the Disasters, all I can say is, it's probably a bad idea to name your band anything that might become a self-fulfilling prophecy. Okay, to be fair, any straight-up punk band that comes on AFTER a ska band is going to suffer by the comparison, in my eyes. And, also,I had to admit that they were instrumentally pretty tight, although not all that memorable. But the lead singer was declaring how drunk he was, and saying that he couldn't hear himself on the monitors, and since from the sample tracks I've heard his voice is marginal under the best of conditions... if your voice won't stand up to melody, you might want to try writing songs that don't require it. Definitely wouldn't bother seeing them again, don't feel like buying their album.
The Horrorpops finally went on when it was getting close to 11. They seemed a little bit disappointed with the crowd -- everyone was pretty raggedy at yelling out the expected "Hell Yeah" on cue, and the house still wasn't totally packed -- but they put on a very good show. Imagine a rockabilly band that somehow has Siouxsie as their lead singer -- same sort of lovely alto voice. AND she plays standup bass. Then add in a couple of go-go dancers in strapless crinoline dresses painted with skeleton torso and pelvis, and arm-warmers with the bones painted on them. Much, much fun. In a couple of weeks, when I've got a couple of paychecks banked, I'll see about picking up their albums, too.
If the tour is coming near you, it's worth checking out. Just make sure you're sitting back at the bar and are well supplied wit your drink of choice for the Disasters' set.
shadowflyer and I are going to cherrybutterfly's apartment-warming party tonight, it seemed unfair to leave Christy alone two nights in a row with melovechocolate, and in any case we'd nearly forgotten the birthday party that she was going to that overlapped with the concert start time... tikvah was down with a cold, grey_and_purple was recovering from having passed a kidney stone, garsha had no babysitter, tragic_tea was tired from traveling, and I didn't think to get in touch with _ccmc until it was much too close to concert time... and I lost The Countess' phone number!However, I went anyway. Dressed half for comfort and half for morale -- black cami, olive cargo shorts (so I wouldn't have to bring my purse), black and white striped tights (they're getting a RUN in them, hand! staple! forehead!), 20-eye Docs, and my Warped hoodie. Remembered to eat dinner -- grabbed a cheeseburger at Wendy's, yay dollar menu. Got there early enough to pick up the flyers I'd promised to hand out -- it's very useful having the Webster Theater friended on Myspace, because in exchange for distributing MCR flyers at the Weezer/Foo Fighters show in Bridgeport next week, I got free tickets for this show AND for the Pietasters/Big D and the Kids Table show next week.
Anyway, not only was I early enough for the flyers, I was also sufficiently early that they hadn't opened the doors to the main hall yet, only the "Underground" next door. There seems to be a rule that the second stage bands shouldn't be old enough to shave yet... I didn't catch that band's name, but I have to give them credit for doing "California Uber Alles" re-worked as an anti-Mitt Romney "Massachusetts Uber Alles."
When the main stage opened, I went in, and went right up to the stage, since it wasn't crowded yet. The first band to play was Stressbomb, a punk band from New London. They weren't bad. I wouldn't necessarily go out of my way to see them again, but I wouldn't avoid them; they had a good, energetic set, and they had The Look down, too. Much love for the checkered tie and the porcupine hair.
Left Alone was on next. They were the band I'd actually come there to see -- I'd loved them at Warped, and I hadn't gotten to see a full set because
melovechocolate has a short attention span and doesn't share my love for ska. They were terrific. It still wasn't very crowded, which meant there was plenty of room to dance, and the crowd skanked up a storm. They said they might be back in February or March, and I'm looking forward to it.About Roger Miret and the Disasters, all I can say is, it's probably a bad idea to name your band anything that might become a self-fulfilling prophecy. Okay, to be fair, any straight-up punk band that comes on AFTER a ska band is going to suffer by the comparison, in my eyes. And, also,I had to admit that they were instrumentally pretty tight, although not all that memorable. But the lead singer was declaring how drunk he was, and saying that he couldn't hear himself on the monitors, and since from the sample tracks I've heard his voice is marginal under the best of conditions... if your voice won't stand up to melody, you might want to try writing songs that don't require it. Definitely wouldn't bother seeing them again, don't feel like buying their album.
The Horrorpops finally went on when it was getting close to 11. They seemed a little bit disappointed with the crowd -- everyone was pretty raggedy at yelling out the expected "Hell Yeah" on cue, and the house still wasn't totally packed -- but they put on a very good show. Imagine a rockabilly band that somehow has Siouxsie as their lead singer -- same sort of lovely alto voice. AND she plays standup bass. Then add in a couple of go-go dancers in strapless crinoline dresses painted with skeleton torso and pelvis, and arm-warmers with the bones painted on them. Much, much fun. In a couple of weeks, when I've got a couple of paychecks banked, I'll see about picking up their albums, too.
If the tour is coming near you, it's worth checking out. Just make sure you're sitting back at the bar and are well supplied wit your drink of choice for the Disasters' set.
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Date: 2005-10-09 05:22 pm (UTC)Grr. Argh.
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