Archive for May, 2008

unwed sailor @ the vermont house

i wasn’t sure what kind of night i was in for when i agreed to go see unwed sailor at a venue i’d never heard of nor could i find it any where on the world wide interweb. but my presence at 1515 vermont ave last night was nothing short of wonderful. johnathon ford, and four or five others (there may have been more tucked around the corner) played in a kitchen just atop a stairwell. the show started around 12:30 am and before the night was over la’s finest even made an appearance. this picture says it all. people cramped in a hallway, together there, united by the commonality of music. good times la. good times.

Kate Nash @ the Henry Fonda

if you are a high school girl or anyone who has recently been involved in a break-up, you might like kate nash—she’s honest about the messiness of break-ups and of the strange attraction of and being involved with the wrong people. all such variables that make up life in high school or any other time in life that reveals the chaos of broken relationships.

the red-headed british import closed the last night of her tour with foundations:

“My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and I know that I should let go, but I can’t.
And every time we fight I know it’s not right,
every time that you’re upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can’t…”

broken relationships of all sorts, inside or outside of high school are painful but often somehow appealing (maybe because being alone seems scarier) — nash captures this dichotomy in her lyrics and catchy tunes. this fun show, which i attended in solitude, with a couple hundred of my closest stranger friends, helped me realize life goes on after break-ups and cute red headed girls with accents help usher along the change.

Tapes ‘n Tapes @ the Troubadour

it’s quite funny how my friends’ opinions mean so much to me. i try to pretend that i’m self confident and that i don’t really care what others think. yet last night, i spent the majority of my night worried if my friends, henry and kim, were having a good time at the troubadour. you see i really value henry’s musical taste and appreciation of music and i was afraid of what he might think of me if he didn’t like the music or the show of tapes ‘n tapes. to complicate the matters, kim and i have only hung out a couple of times and i worried what her impression of me would be at the end of the night.

music is one of those things that speaks about you in ways your own words can’t at times. a person’s musical taste says more about them to me than any e-harmony profile test ever will. and the show last night…well it was my idea. one in which i invited henry and kim. and for the first hour of the show i thought maybe i lost any solidarity i had with henry on the musical front. while tapes ‘n tapes put on a good show, the energy from the crowd was low at best—and i was hoping for much more. granted there was one short guy in a dodgers cap singing along and flailing his arms about—but the rest of the folks were just kind of there. the intimacy of the troubadour put us close to the stage but there wasn’t much closeness shared with the band or the music for me and i worried that for kim and henry this thursday night was squandered.

tapes \'n tapesi stopped worrying what they would think when i realized that my “newness” to the band was my alibi if they hated it. they couldn’t hold me accountable because i’m just as innocent as them—i just bought “walk it off” several weeks ago and according to my itunes playcount i’ve only listened to the album 7 times (though that doesn’t take into consideration my ipod plays). but it wasn’t until the ride home that i fully realized how naive i had been by worrying. the night wouldn’t have been wasted no matter who was playing or what the crowd was like because i was able to spend my night in the company of two great people who liked music and put up with me. and those two realizations affirmed that the night couldn’t have been any better.

Check out Tapes ‘N Tapes. Listen to the song Hang Them All.