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Fucking excellent write up, sir,.
Have they officially changed labels ? Can’t wait to not get rocked in the head at their next show
Also Q and Not U -> one of the best shows I’ve ever seen when I was like 16, and I didn’t get killed.
Also two shows that had semi mobile crowds that were still friendly and I had a great time: Dikembe (took my gf to see them and there was no bodily harm), and Screaming Females.
I gotta throw my experience in here too.
I am almost 27. I’ve been going to shows since I was 14 or 15. I’m 5’4; 135 pounds. I have a real job. I am so fucking over this stage diving shit. I’m additionally resolutely sick of people moshing, pushing, elbowing and slam dancing. The reason for this is, given my size, I’m gonna get absolutely fucking pummeled no matter what happens.
I moved to Brooklyn about three months ago to finish up my final two years of medical school, and I’m glad to be back in a place with so much live music again. I’m short so I like to chill in the first or second row of people to actually see the bands. But the last few shows I’ve been to (Nothing, Braid, Cymbals Eat Guitars) I promptly had multiple beers spilled on me, after which I got tossed around like a fucking rag doll. Nothing had Iron Lung open up for them (youtube that shit, see for yourself). There was a 5’9, probably 175lb dude wrecking people and stage diving. I got kicked in the head by homeboy at least twice. Likewise some girthy dickmunch at Cymbals Eat Guitars started everyone moshing, then later supermanned head first right into my knee. I thought he was gonna unhappy triad my shit (see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unhappy_triad). None of this makes the show fun for me. It just makes me wanna choke people out.
I get that people want to rock, escape from their lives and enjoy, but for Christ’s sake. It’s always like nine people out of a hundred fifty who make the fifteen feet closest to the stage positively unmanageable. I won’t even to to see certain bands cuz I know I’m gonna get rocked in the head. That’s no fun.
Some believe the life of a rat, mouse, cat, dog, pig, cow, etc. holds the same intrinsic value as you, your mother, your father, your brothers and sisters, and your children. Many don’t hold this belief. I don’t know if it’d be fair to characterize either as “fuckin’ stupid and ignorant.” Either way you’ve gotta deal with the consequences of your actions.
Would you kill a rat to save your mother’s life? If so, how many? What about a dog? How about a bunch of dogs?
Me on Grimes on LDR: “literally the most flagrant use of hyperbole i’ve heard in a while”
You said exactly what I wanted to, except in a manner that didn’t garner endless downvotes. I am curious to give this a once through just on the basis of Tom’s write up, but I don’t think I’m gonna like it for the aforementioned reasons.
Tom’s characterization of her in the second paragraph – “A coastal-elite pillhead, a girl who strings rich men along and falls for drug-dealer dirtbags.” Etc… Nicely written, but I cannot for the life of me fathom what is remotely interesting about this “character,” or why I should give a shit about her problems. This individual is, to borrow Wesley’s language, lame as fuck. The lyrics are gonna pull me right away from whatever enjoyment I may be getting from the music.
And I’ll bite constantino- I may be the only individual on the internet (though certainly not among my friends) who thinks tune-yards produce just about the most irritating music I’ve heard. Be a quirky white girl from Connecticut, make grating “wee-ooo” fire truck noises, put on a loop, sing about what it’s like blah blah rasta, rinse, repeat. Proceed to garner critical acclaim.
What are you, an avid fan of Iggy Azalea, Ne-Yo, O-Town and Coldplay?