The Black Dahlia Murder show...
...was absolutely brilliant.
Mindblowing. Like being hit by a Sonic Tsunami that picked you up and threw you about by sheer force of the sound. Their stage presence was amazing, given that none of the members are really anything to look at (their lead singer is a slightly fat guy with glasses and a crew cut, but he is a monster onstage).
I'm trying to figure out how to write a review of them without sounding like I'm gushing all over the keyboard. They were that good. Seriously one of the best sets I have ever seen (and anyone who know me that I have seen more shows by bands than I care to admit).
I ran into Hilary's friend Katherine at the show, but I initially had her confused with another Eurasian girl that I know named Jessica... oh dear. Fortunately my reputation for making absolutely no sense to people worked for me in this case, as did the fact that it was really fucking loud.
Damn they were good.
Bear in mind that I'd had maybe an hour of sleep (not counting dozing under the tree in a park surrounded by post club goths), I was feeling a little down because someone slagged my AFI interview in a message board etc, but as soon as the Black Dahlia Murder came on they blew away all concerns and I became one of a horde of people headbanging and throwing the horns (seeing a bunch of flatironed metalcore hipsters forgetting themselves and headbanging is an experience in itself, and one I hope that all metal fans have a chance to see).
Today I started writing the review, threw some towels in the wash, and ironed my jeans. While ironing my jeans I played that album by The Sword, and for reasons unknown I felt happy with the world. Good music has that effect on me, even if it is dangerous for me to suddenly break into rockstar moves in my kitchen while I have a hot iron in my hands.
Tonight I buy more floss, since my old floss ran out and I don't seem to have a spare roll (I was sure that I bought two rolls, after running out recently... weird).
In another window I am reading a Warren Ellis interview, and I have just hit a line where the interviewer has asked Warren about being influenced by the Post Modern author Philip K Dick. It gets me thinking, what is something that is influenced by Post Modernism... Post-Post Modern?
Or does influencing something mean that the Post Modern has now become part of the Modern, and therefore that which follows is still Post Modern... the Pastiche and Recontextualization becomes another part of the collage.
Enough of these thoughts, I'll explore them another time.
Over and out.
J
Mindblowing. Like being hit by a Sonic Tsunami that picked you up and threw you about by sheer force of the sound. Their stage presence was amazing, given that none of the members are really anything to look at (their lead singer is a slightly fat guy with glasses and a crew cut, but he is a monster onstage).
I'm trying to figure out how to write a review of them without sounding like I'm gushing all over the keyboard. They were that good. Seriously one of the best sets I have ever seen (and anyone who know me that I have seen more shows by bands than I care to admit).
I ran into Hilary's friend Katherine at the show, but I initially had her confused with another Eurasian girl that I know named Jessica... oh dear. Fortunately my reputation for making absolutely no sense to people worked for me in this case, as did the fact that it was really fucking loud.
Damn they were good.
Bear in mind that I'd had maybe an hour of sleep (not counting dozing under the tree in a park surrounded by post club goths), I was feeling a little down because someone slagged my AFI interview in a message board etc, but as soon as the Black Dahlia Murder came on they blew away all concerns and I became one of a horde of people headbanging and throwing the horns (seeing a bunch of flatironed metalcore hipsters forgetting themselves and headbanging is an experience in itself, and one I hope that all metal fans have a chance to see).
Today I started writing the review, threw some towels in the wash, and ironed my jeans. While ironing my jeans I played that album by The Sword, and for reasons unknown I felt happy with the world. Good music has that effect on me, even if it is dangerous for me to suddenly break into rockstar moves in my kitchen while I have a hot iron in my hands.
Tonight I buy more floss, since my old floss ran out and I don't seem to have a spare roll (I was sure that I bought two rolls, after running out recently... weird).
In another window I am reading a Warren Ellis interview, and I have just hit a line where the interviewer has asked Warren about being influenced by the Post Modern author Philip K Dick. It gets me thinking, what is something that is influenced by Post Modernism... Post-Post Modern?
Or does influencing something mean that the Post Modern has now become part of the Modern, and therefore that which follows is still Post Modern... the Pastiche and Recontextualization becomes another part of the collage.
Enough of these thoughts, I'll explore them another time.
Over and out.
J
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