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Jun. 15th, 2001 04:50 pmmy first journal post.
i don't think there's any real need to go into long introductory statements.
i had a dream the other night that a lot of people, including myself, were sitting on fold out chairs in an old, small, wooden church, with a raised stage and pulpit. we were watching george w. bush attempting to entertain the crowd with old songs by megadeth, but he kept forgetting the words. he also had braces.
i went to see a concert on the evening of the 13th by Grandaddy. i don't normally go for something so decidedly accessible and "rock" but Grandaddy's recent album "the Sophtware Slump" really grew on me. i downloaded the first track from the album from Napster, it's called "he's simple, he's dumb, he's the pilot" and it was just amazing... heartbreaking in just the right way. when i bought the album, it didn't immediately appeal to me, but there are some really nice, melancholy moments on the record. anyway, since it's so rare that artists worth seeing in concert come to denver, i decided to go, even though they were opening for the obviously inferior Coldplay (huh?).
it was a pretty surreal night, i was shocked to see the vans for about 5 radio stations surrounding the theater, and i KNOW they aren't playing Grandaddy on their rotation. so, apparently Coldplay are a pretty enormously popular band... who knew? i don't listen to the radio, since radio in denver is a total wasteland (aside from talk radio, and Boulder's excellent public radio station, KGNU).
so we're herded into Fillmore Auditorium, (a horrible venue that i'd never been to before), with a jolly, smiley voice reciting the venue's rules over and over again "anyone suspected of ever having used drugs will be terminated with maximum prejudice before they are allowed to enter the auditorium..." resolutely creepy.
the audience were young college kids: the boys were ALL well-shaven, the girls were all wearing too much makeup and perfume and they all had purses, it was the godfucking american dream!!! caerie pointed out to me that we could imagine that the crowd was only different in that the crowds at concerts we normally go to dye their hair black, and at this one they all dye their hair blond. it didn't help. i felt very out of place.
otherwise Grandaddy was great, they played a few unexpected songs, even a few new ones i'd never heard before. they were totally unassuming, and absolutely not showy and rockstar-ish, and guaging from the crowd's indifferent reaction i'd say their manager needs to pretty 'em up if they want to make a meelion bucks. in irritatingly large audience i saw a small group of about 5 people who were also loudly cheering our heroes as well as us, but there were probably a few more fans out there.
we left before Coldplay came on. as did at least one other couple that we saw.
it's time for dinner now... yum.
i don't think there's any real need to go into long introductory statements.
i had a dream the other night that a lot of people, including myself, were sitting on fold out chairs in an old, small, wooden church, with a raised stage and pulpit. we were watching george w. bush attempting to entertain the crowd with old songs by megadeth, but he kept forgetting the words. he also had braces.
i went to see a concert on the evening of the 13th by Grandaddy. i don't normally go for something so decidedly accessible and "rock" but Grandaddy's recent album "the Sophtware Slump" really grew on me. i downloaded the first track from the album from Napster, it's called "he's simple, he's dumb, he's the pilot" and it was just amazing... heartbreaking in just the right way. when i bought the album, it didn't immediately appeal to me, but there are some really nice, melancholy moments on the record. anyway, since it's so rare that artists worth seeing in concert come to denver, i decided to go, even though they were opening for the obviously inferior Coldplay (huh?).
it was a pretty surreal night, i was shocked to see the vans for about 5 radio stations surrounding the theater, and i KNOW they aren't playing Grandaddy on their rotation. so, apparently Coldplay are a pretty enormously popular band... who knew? i don't listen to the radio, since radio in denver is a total wasteland (aside from talk radio, and Boulder's excellent public radio station, KGNU).
so we're herded into Fillmore Auditorium, (a horrible venue that i'd never been to before), with a jolly, smiley voice reciting the venue's rules over and over again "anyone suspected of ever having used drugs will be terminated with maximum prejudice before they are allowed to enter the auditorium..." resolutely creepy.
the audience were young college kids: the boys were ALL well-shaven, the girls were all wearing too much makeup and perfume and they all had purses, it was the godfucking american dream!!! caerie pointed out to me that we could imagine that the crowd was only different in that the crowds at concerts we normally go to dye their hair black, and at this one they all dye their hair blond. it didn't help. i felt very out of place.
otherwise Grandaddy was great, they played a few unexpected songs, even a few new ones i'd never heard before. they were totally unassuming, and absolutely not showy and rockstar-ish, and guaging from the crowd's indifferent reaction i'd say their manager needs to pretty 'em up if they want to make a meelion bucks. in irritatingly large audience i saw a small group of about 5 people who were also loudly cheering our heroes as well as us, but there were probably a few more fans out there.
we left before Coldplay came on. as did at least one other couple that we saw.
it's time for dinner now... yum.
