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greenMonkey:
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--- Quote from: greenMonkey ---Agaetis Byrjun still makes me feel great, and Sigur Ros is still my favorite band.
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You must see them live. It is imperative. I don't think I can say they're my favorite band, but Sigur Ros put on the best live show I've ever seen. You thought Untitled 8 was amazing on the album? It fucking blew me away live.
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I DID! I saw them live for the first time in May, and it was AMAZING. Untitled #8 was awesome, but Haffsol was the best! It ended with all the members leaving the stage until only Jonsi was left onstage, beating the shit out of his guitar with the mangled remains of his cello bow.
I'm still basking in the glow of that concert.
Sigur Ros always sound like they wrote their music just for me, and they don't give a shit about anyone else, it's just for me
Spartan Pho3nix:
I don't really have a full band, I just have a sortof a band and a couple albums.
Silver Jews w/ Malkmus.
And not just kinda with Malkmus, like tanglewood and crap.
I'm really mainly/exclusively referring to Arizona Record/American Water.
I love them. I show em to people, lend them to people who, generally like my music, and they don't get it. And I just love it. It's amazing.
pat101:
--- Quote from: Johnny C ---Okay, when I got home from Winnipeg I wrote about it in one of my three new leather-bound gift journals. This is the entry, and after some deliberation I've decided to post the full writing.
--- Quote ---"Wilco"
It's been four days since I graduated but it's really felt like one.
My grad was, in a word, anticlimactic. I feel like I've gained less than I've lost; in both my personal and scholastic lives, I've encountered some changes with what seem like ill effects, changes I won't print because I know what they are, dammit, and they aren't the point of this entry.
Well, I think I might have been a little hasty, writing that. They're not the point but I guess they are important.
I got a little additional closure this week - additional and unexpected. A friend of mine whom I've been romantically pursuing for a little over a year has, it turns out, a boyfriend. End chapter. Happy graduation.
I wish I could say it surprised me, but it really didn't. You hesitate, you lose, and God damn if I didn't hesitate.
Thank goodness we're still friends, right?
But that is important, because about 21 hours previous to this writing I was in winnipeg with my friend and travelling companion Jim, on foot and headed towards The Forks (a local "mall" with specialty and gift stores, a plaza, tours, etc.). We were a little distance away from some great Sri Lankan food and across the street from a big public Canada Day party when Jim broke my minor daydreams with "Johnny, it's Canada Day, we're in Winnipeg, and in a couple of hours we're about to see Wilco. Everything's right with the world."
And honestly? He was completely right.
Wilco has a place in my heart that was not built for more than one band. Yankee Hotel Foxtrot was responsible for veering me away from mall-punk culture and into, well, music culture. Something about that album's supposedly "unmarketable" sound, its cohesive aural microcosm of human experience, resonated with this fifteen-year-old to such an enormous extent that, now eighteen, he is able to recall the exact moment that "I Am Trying To Break Your Heart" made him think, "I've been listening to the wrong music." It was the moment where, for me, electric guitars and bluesy solos and spiked hair and juvenile music videos and jumps and crowdsurfing and flipping one's guitar around one's back and catching in order to show off became not so much irrelavant as just not important anymore. It was new.
(for the record, that moment is at 4:14)
So seeing Wilco - making a drive which, there and back, was about eleven to twelve hours - was phenomenal. What away to close out high school, a semi-failed relationship, a year (as a June baby, I have a right to say this) of my life!
An hour and forty-five minutes worth of material is hard to disappoint with, and Wilco delivered everything I could have possibly hoped for. Had I been thinking I would have copied down the set list - but then again, is that really needed? At every break, I realized that the preceding song was one that I would be eternally grateful to see live, and I think that's what matters.
Oh, fine. They hit the necessary songs from Yankee and A Ghost Is Born, plunged into their back catalogue, bantered, showboated, and sweated. (Rather profusely, I might add.) Both encores were stunning.
I'd been waiting months, and the performance was a definite release. Basically, it was the closure I'd needed.
Thanks, Wilco.
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It's not as great as the Sleater-Kinney mourning but I think it gets the point across, guys.
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dude I was also at the forks on Canada Day, and then I went to wilco. that's neat.
Johnny C:
Man if you had chicken satay and then watched a terrible cover band try and play "I Love Myself Today," then you are basically me.
sjbrot:
Of course, to be Johnny C on that day, you would also have to be wearing a purple, sequined vest with a matching top hat.
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