yeah, so i just now got home, and i am shocked to find that during the four hours i was gone, i received not a single email.
interesting, interesting show this evening, as we stood on aching feet with all the superindierockin kids. ryan and i arrived at numbers about halfway through grandaddy’s set, and we promptly had a discussion that went something like this (minus the hyperlinking):
“wow, grandaddy sounds just exactly like pavement, don’t they?”
“yeah, every song is like they’re trying to do range life.”
“i know, that really sucks..”
“wait a minute. we like pavement.”
“oh yeah. dude, this is awesome!”
i don’t know, maybe it was not in fact grandaddy, as was the theory after ryan mentioned that he didn’t remember that they sounded that much like pavement. whoever it was was okay, in a pavement-y sort of way..
(addendum: it was not, in fact, grandaddy.)elliott smith has the look of an aging rock star about him, though he can’t be more than thirty. most of the stuff he did was from figure eight, and the older, more mellow songs were played faster and on electric. so everything sounded like figure eight, except his final encore, “angeles,” which is my favorite of his. really beautiful. he looks very wounded and shy, which is strange when juxtaposed with his newer, more upbeat style. well, whatever.
saturday i’ll be seeing third coast seven at the westheimer street festival in exile, which will never be the same as it was in high school, when it actually took place on westheimer. one could sit on the side of the road for hours, eating questionable funnel cake and watching the six-foot drag queens, the punks with iguanas in tiny leather jackets, and the women with snakes around their necks, wearing red leather in the blistering heat. it’s just not as cool now that
a) it’s sponsored by budweiser, the beer of losers,
b) it’s on allen parkway, which is not cool,
c) they stopped letting people bring their huge ugly dogs,
d) i’m not in high school anymore, therefore it is not nearly as rebellious, and
e) it’s sponsored by budweiser, the beer of total losers.
but i’m going anyway, apparently. ’twill be enlightening.
