SPRING BREAK
I’ve been up to phenomenally little:
- Hanging out in the park
- Riding my bike
- Movie’s I’ve watched: “Pineapple Express” (clearly I’m not the target audience for this), “Bachelor Party,” “The Parent Trap,” (original one) “Rashomon,” and “Ikuru.”
- Summer Cats at England Belongs to Twee. I didn’t like this record at all when it arrived at WPRB; in a live setting they are completely different, and I’d say better, band. One of my big twee pet peeves (tweepeeve?) are girl singers. I know, there’s a history of great ones (Amelia Fletcher), but most of them are terrible. They’re clearly stuck on stage as twee boy eye candy, lack any presence, and are terrible singers. I know the whole twee revival tries to paint the whole thing as shiny happy (that’s nostalgia for ya), but the underlying gender issues were one of the reasons I never felt quite at home in that whole scene. Anyway, what I did like about Summer Cats was that they inverted the formula: ladies on instruments, guy singer in front. And they were far noisier than anticipated.
EBTT are hosting an all-ages gig this weekend at the Ox with the Standard and locals Post Post. I’m not entirely sold on Post Post (they have a dreadful keyboard player), but you know I’m all for the ladies and the guitars and the doing things. - Last night I was a waffley mess of plans: Karaoke? Some DJ at Voyeur? Stay in and eat pizza? I couldn’t make up my mind, so Julia Factorial made it up for me, and I went to KFN for the Pierced Arrows gig. Ever do that thing where you’re so tired at a show that you close your eyes and start gently headbanging so that everyone thinks you’re really into it, but all you really want is to curl up and sleep? That happened to me last night, right in the middle of their set, when they busted out the mid-tempo rockers. I had to go into the freezing cold bathroom to wake myself up. It was worth it.
