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Aug. 24th, 2006 11:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shermaramaor, where did my serving of Big Ginger Farm Boy go? I paid good money for Big Ginger Farm Boy, and there weren't none.
That was a curious gig. It was the Eagles of Death Metal, at the Electric Ballroom, and I spent almost all of their set dancing like a loon in the middle of the fun, good-natured pit. I had this shirt on that goes dark where there's sweat patches which can look a bit naff but since I came out of the pit completely soaked, it was dark all over so that was ok. Top fun, yes? But but but. All the energy expenditure was at least partly to console and distract, to stop me staring at the stage and going 'wrong drummer! wrong drummer!' for lo, it was the wrong drummer. I didn't know but the EoDM sometimes tour without Mr. Homme, when he's busy doing other things. And while the singer/lead guitarist was there doing his thing and very well, that in itself is something of act, a persona in aviator shades, and thus, well, could have been anyone. Without yer actual lad on the drums, this felt rather like a tribute band. An excellent tribute band that have caught the spirit and are a good band in themselves apart from how they pull off the impersonation, yes, but still. The drummer was good, you know, did all the right bits, but. I missed every QuoTSA gig, could never get tickets, only heard about the last EoDM gig that Jodie went to too late to get there. In regard to seeing yer actual BGFB, I seem to be cursed. *sighs*. I'm generally not the sort to go *squeeee* over particular musicians or bands, I'm more interested in the music, usually, but there are a couple of specific exceptions where I do get kind of irrational. Thus despite seeing an excellent band playing songs I think are great, I feel thwarted. Hmmph.
Oh, and the supports were *shit*. Should have been Punch Judy playing that support slot, man, we'd have been far better and gone down better. There was some luke-warm applause but nobody dancing, nothing to dance to; they were like a bad U2 or Simple Minds clone, one that had got a Strokes EP in the Sunday Observer once and decided to try and get Down With The Kids. They were called The Haze and here's how shit they are, they even have a shit name - google for it and you get a load of shitty little teenage bands being interviewed by BBC Shropshire or Maybole Community News, ('Ayrshire's top showband!') explaining that they might have to give up the band and get a real job now they're 21. I don't think I can even find anything about the bunch of dad-dancing pretentious idiots I saw last night. No doubt they'll be all over the radio soon, though hopefully straight to Radio 2. Like Keane, and then their fat-faced singer can go into rehab for overdoing the sherry and developing a worrying dependence on clove cigarettes. Yeah.
That was a curious gig. It was the Eagles of Death Metal, at the Electric Ballroom, and I spent almost all of their set dancing like a loon in the middle of the fun, good-natured pit. I had this shirt on that goes dark where there's sweat patches which can look a bit naff but since I came out of the pit completely soaked, it was dark all over so that was ok. Top fun, yes? But but but. All the energy expenditure was at least partly to console and distract, to stop me staring at the stage and going 'wrong drummer! wrong drummer!' for lo, it was the wrong drummer. I didn't know but the EoDM sometimes tour without Mr. Homme, when he's busy doing other things. And while the singer/lead guitarist was there doing his thing and very well, that in itself is something of act, a persona in aviator shades, and thus, well, could have been anyone. Without yer actual lad on the drums, this felt rather like a tribute band. An excellent tribute band that have caught the spirit and are a good band in themselves apart from how they pull off the impersonation, yes, but still. The drummer was good, you know, did all the right bits, but. I missed every QuoTSA gig, could never get tickets, only heard about the last EoDM gig that Jodie went to too late to get there. In regard to seeing yer actual BGFB, I seem to be cursed. *sighs*. I'm generally not the sort to go *squeeee* over particular musicians or bands, I'm more interested in the music, usually, but there are a couple of specific exceptions where I do get kind of irrational. Thus despite seeing an excellent band playing songs I think are great, I feel thwarted. Hmmph.
Oh, and the supports were *shit*. Should have been Punch Judy playing that support slot, man, we'd have been far better and gone down better. There was some luke-warm applause but nobody dancing, nothing to dance to; they were like a bad U2 or Simple Minds clone, one that had got a Strokes EP in the Sunday Observer once and decided to try and get Down With The Kids. They were called The Haze and here's how shit they are, they even have a shit name - google for it and you get a load of shitty little teenage bands being interviewed by BBC Shropshire or Maybole Community News, ('Ayrshire's top showband!') explaining that they might have to give up the band and get a real job now they're 21. I don't think I can even find anything about the bunch of dad-dancing pretentious idiots I saw last night. No doubt they'll be all over the radio soon, though hopefully straight to Radio 2. Like Keane, and then their fat-faced singer can go into rehab for overdoing the sherry and developing a worrying dependence on clove cigarettes. Yeah.
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