Monday, September 17, 2012

Showtime #4 - M83



Being generally a lazy bastard i find myself falling behind in all sorts of things i like to do, i mean really if you could see the amount of ideas and half ideas i have for posts and i actually wrote those posts you couldn't keep up, of course by you i mean the both of you, haha, bu here i sit and who knows maybe this week i'll get some shit accomplished... or maybe not, see i had to bribe Nick Disaster with the chance at some huge Star Wars sticker book if he'd just start going to bed like he used to, though i should mention that last week he had the Croup and then was put on steroids and went into roid rage where at one point his little ass was so pissed that he was pushing on the steps and screaming "i'm gonna tear this house down" which provided much amusement to his daddy but which seemed to piss him off even more, so yeah i got a back log of posts, so be it, soon i'll be unemployed and have all the time in the world to spare or something like that...

And so we get to this M83, French electronica or some such tripe that indie hipster journalists like to call it, see basically it's one guy, Anthony Gonzalez, and a cast of musicians though apparently the female keyboard player has now co-wrote alot of the last two albums, the one being a tribute to John Hughes and all he stood for and to be brief and to the point they were a very tight and engaging band, the drummer was a beast and Anthony and his bass playing brother did dance around alot and it was a very high energy and professional show, which is all well and good, the only problem i had was the length, it was short and they still had time before they had to quit, like a half hours worth of time, it didn't help that i knew they were playing a big festival in Chicago the next night and that this was a sold out show at the Carnegie Library of Homestead (more on that in a minute), i just don't like being short changed cuz you got a bigger gig the next night, what's funny was that while i was taking a piss on my way out i heard a couple of guys raving about how great it was and being drunk and high i chimed in that they must not have seen many shows recently, they just stared and i pointed out that they still had some great songs in their bag and another 30-40 minutes they could have used but by now were all on the tour bus and heading out of town, and yes i know they've been touring for awhile but if you need a break take one, take a few weeks or a month or two off and then get back on the road, people will still show up and though it was short set they were good enough that i would shell out again to check them out...

Of course it's been so long that i forgot the setlist or maybe it's the fact that i started my night at Ze Jerrry Bier Hall, crammed at a table full of in-laws, i strategically chose my seat furthest from the POSA and sat with the kids, the boyos, a niece and my 12 year old nephew who's a stellar kid, i drank big steins of dunkel and ate pork and watched as the kiddies danced to the music and then i said adieu and headed to my car where i ate a sweety and lit my first joint on the way to the venue, a venue that is actually a library, built by one Andrew Carnegie, in fact at one point i had to travel through rows of books and past a circulation desk to get to the beer stand cuz like any good venue they serve beer and wine and mixed drinks and you can check out the latest thriller to boot, well not really i think they shut the library down on show nights but who knows, needless to say the venue is beautiful with it's old architecture, the sound is damn good and if you want to drink at your seat you have to buy a sippy cup, yes a plastic cup with a cover and straw so you can imbibe even faster and get more fucked up, i got a good chuckle out of that and since it was a nice night i drank my first couple outside before going in and scoring my cup and since it was a seated venue with a website that lets you choose your seat i got a seat in the first row of the balcony so i could just sit back and relax and enjoy the music, in the end not a bad night for an old graybeard...  (and for the record, i've blown off shows at this venue in the past and though the booze situation isn't conducive to drinking, they shut down pretty much when the show starts, the sound and the venue were top notch, so yes, i'd definitely go see something else there.)

3 comments:

The Unbearable Banishment said...

The croup is the worst! They bark like dogs from hell. The good news is that it's easily cured.

The difference between men like Andrew Carnegie and the wealthy billionaire jerk-offs we have today is a layer of philanthropy. Can you see a turd like Trump building a beautiful library like this one or Carnegie Hall, for that matter? J.P. Morgan built the Morgan Library here in NYC. You should see this thing. A jewel, now a museum for printed matter. Do you think Jamie Diamon or Mitt Romney would bother with a public work?

AHhhh. That felt good. Most satisfying.

Rassles said...

Ug. M83? Seriously? They're a little too Pitchfork for my taste.

Kono said...

UB- yeah i've dealt with the croup a few times now, it's a bit nerve-wracking at times but nothing major... as for the new RobberBarons, fuck 'em, the create nothing but wealth and could care less about the masses, may they enjoy hell.

Razz- Jesus Rossi you've been reading long enough to know that i don't give a fuck about places like Pitchfork or Stereogum or British music mags, i'm to fucking old for that shit, i like what i like and don't really give a shit who else does, M83 remind me of the bands of my youth, a strange cross between New Order and Flock of Seagulls and Anything Box and (as Gulfboot pointed out) Peter Gabriel, the last thing i'm gonna do is turn up my nose because a bunch of wonks at some website like something, i've dealt with those assholes who only liked shit when 10 people listened to it and when the 11th hopped on declared it passe', fuck that, to each his or her own i say, but please make-up your own mind and don't be influenced by media whores... okay off the soapbox and back to the drugs.