Smelly Paul pointed out a few days ago that I am living a bachelor's life.
Going out on weekdays, doing random ridiculous things, basically, living a very selfish life. And not being one little bit apologetic for it.
And I unapologetically admit that is a perfect description.
As of late, Sarin have been living like we're older and smarter 22 year olds. Saying yes to random things and trying to be open to time being spent outside of our respective apartments. And, well, it's awesome, exhausting, but awesome.
Since September long weekend I have been: to Seattle for the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, seen Franz Ferdinand in Malkin Bowl, been to a magazine launch party, went to The Pet Shop Boys with my boyfriends, seen The Monotonix, Holy Fuck, and I just got back from Las Vegas with my friend Andi.
Holy shit, I had no idea how ... busy September was until I wrote about it.
You'll get semi-full details of my trip to Vegas soon enough.
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Friday, October 02, 2009
Monday, September 07, 2009
yes yes yes!
I mentioned previously how I had been THISCLOSE to seeing the Yeah Yeah Yeahs twice before.
As someone who has no patience, or tolerance for not getting my way, the fact that Karen, Nick and Brian had eluded me this long was torture.
My over-active imagination had built their shows up to something ... almost religious.
Through the interweb and the vastness of YouTube, their performances were, in my mind, legendary. As Sarin and I were driving to SEA, I said: "I worry they won't live up to my expectations."
Um, yeah, I'mretarded leotarded. They totally blew me away.
I have never seen a performer command a stage and control an audience like that. Karen O., my longtime girl crush, was incomparable. She was theatrical, but unpretentious. Engaging, but effortless. Grateful, but authentic.
After Maps, she said "I love you guys - and I don't say that to every crowd." And you believed her, because she's Karen O and well, she wouldn't lie.
She would drink water, then spit it in the air and on herself. She put the mike in her mouth and held it there. She fucking rocked Maps semi-acoustically.
One of the things I was most excited for were her costumes. Karen is legendary for dramatic and over-the-top costumes. Again, she didn't disappoint. Her opening outfit was this crazy string-like thing. From there out she added and subtracted elements, making her costumes part of the show.
Officially, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs were ... perfect. And lived up to every expectation I had put on them.
It was shorter than I would have wanted, although no length of time would have satisfied me. Regardless, I was glued to the stage. Even those big inflatable eyeballs couldn't distract me. I was angry when I was pushed, out of sheer irritation that my attention was being diverted. It was needed elsewhere - straight ahead.
In summary - best. show. ever.
I took a few pics. Here they are. *Note: I am not a photog, nor do I claim to be.
As someone who has no patience, or tolerance for not getting my way, the fact that Karen, Nick and Brian had eluded me this long was torture.
My over-active imagination had built their shows up to something ... almost religious.
Through the interweb and the vastness of YouTube, their performances were, in my mind, legendary. As Sarin and I were driving to SEA, I said: "I worry they won't live up to my expectations."
Um, yeah, I'm
I have never seen a performer command a stage and control an audience like that. Karen O., my longtime girl crush, was incomparable. She was theatrical, but unpretentious. Engaging, but effortless. Grateful, but authentic.
After Maps, she said "I love you guys - and I don't say that to every crowd." And you believed her, because she's Karen O and well, she wouldn't lie.
She would drink water, then spit it in the air and on herself. She put the mike in her mouth and held it there. She fucking rocked Maps semi-acoustically.
One of the things I was most excited for were her costumes. Karen is legendary for dramatic and over-the-top costumes. Again, she didn't disappoint. Her opening outfit was this crazy string-like thing. From there out she added and subtracted elements, making her costumes part of the show.
Officially, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs were ... perfect. And lived up to every expectation I had put on them.
It was shorter than I would have wanted, although no length of time would have satisfied me. Regardless, I was glued to the stage. Even those big inflatable eyeballs couldn't distract me. I was angry when I was pushed, out of sheer irritation that my attention was being diverted. It was needed elsewhere - straight ahead.
In summary - best. show. ever.
I took a few pics. Here they are. *Note: I am not a photog, nor do I claim to be.
Seattle Saturday
So, Sarin and I came up with the BRILLIANT idea of driving to Seattle, spending the night, going out, seeing the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and coming home for Franz Ferdinand.
We are the fucking coolest chicks alive.
Saturday, we drove to Seattle - which is, in our minds, bizarro Vancouver. We did a bit of shopping, went to the Experience Music Project and went out.
This was our night out:
Walk outside to smoke. A boy talks to us and asks us where we're going. He tells us of a different place, we go, and continue to get ridiculously intoxicated.
Sarin was a pimp and totally got us drinks all night. It was pretty sweet, I'm not going to lie.
As the bar is closing, some hot dude starts chatting with us, and from there on, the details are fuzzy.
What we know:
We got home ok.
So, really, all the fuzzy doesn't matter. We didn't lose each other. Yes, some questionable life choices were made, but in the end, all is well.
Sunday morning, however, was ridiculously painful.
We are the fucking coolest chicks alive.
Saturday, we drove to Seattle - which is, in our minds, bizarro Vancouver. We did a bit of shopping, went to the Experience Music Project and went out.
This was our night out:
Walk outside to smoke. A boy talks to us and asks us where we're going. He tells us of a different place, we go, and continue to get ridiculously intoxicated.
Sarin was a pimp and totally got us drinks all night. It was pretty sweet, I'm not going to lie.
As the bar is closing, some hot dude starts chatting with us, and from there on, the details are fuzzy.
What we know:
We got home ok.
So, really, all the fuzzy doesn't matter. We didn't lose each other. Yes, some questionable life choices were made, but in the end, all is well.
Sunday morning, however, was ridiculously painful.
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