Monthly Archives: April 2011

25th Post!

Finally, an anniversary type post! Why yes, it has taken me this long to get to 25 posts. That’s why this anniversary post is all special and shit–next one’s not coming for another 500 years. So, I figured I’d save the most special of songs, all-time favorites and such, for anniversary posts. Are you excited yet?

Good! Let’s take that excitement, and draw it out until the point of death with a long rant about music. I think saying that I love music would be stating the beyond obvious. There is music that is emblematic of every significant moment in my life; the right song  keeps me sane when I’m losing my mind, the right song that makes me happy when I’m sad. There’s this piece on piano that I have poured about every bit of negative emotion I’ve had since I’ve learned how to play it into. I don’t think I even have words for what music means to me, and I am full of the words!

The first time I listened to this album was the day I first toured Santa Cruz, and I played it non-stop for the scary, thrilling months that followed. It, along with the rest of this artist’s stuff, never fails to make me happy. The artist in question? He is one of my top five favorites in the world ever, not to mention the source of my raging obsession with Australian music. I’ve posted a song of his before, but this time, I’m whipping out what might be my very favorite one. It’s Josh Pyke time (which is the best time)!

Josh Pyke is Australian-accented, sunshine-dosed, beautifully-arranged, joy-saturated singer-songwriter wonderfullness. I have been obsessed since I bought his 2007 album, Memories & Dust–which I did not find out about until 2009, thanks to the very lovely fact that none of his albums so far have been out in the States. The next one, which is coming out in August, which I am way, way, way too excited about, might actually be out here. In which case he might actually tour here. In which case I might get to see him live, and die of happiness.

The song I have selected for your aural pleasure is a fantastic in every possible sense of the word–first off, it’s a waltz, which is something I love to pieces. But then again, there is nothing I don’t love about the damn thing. I love the piano part; I love the tone of the guitar, the absolutely fucking elegant arrangement. I love the warmth of his voice, and the fact that he sings with an accent–the pretty lyrics, and the flawless song-structure; love the verses (they do that thing where each successive verse intensifies), chorus, bridge (seriously, the bridge). Basically, this Josh Pyke can do no wrong, and this song has never even heard of wrong. I could hit repeat for days.

Here is “Covers Are Thrown.” Listen to it and feel joy.

And I kick them off,
In the night when we’re sleeping.
So we wake from our warm dreams,
To find ourselves freezing.

See you in another twelve years, motherfuckers.

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Continuing the trend of posting late concert recaps…

The New Pornographers last Sunday, ohhh my goodness. That show made me way, way too happy.

I was pretty sure it was going to be awesome, because New Pornographers–but that was above and beyond what I expected. I have never seen a band do massively multi-part harmonies like that live. I have never seen indie kids come so alive at a show, but how could they not? Their music is so completely full of joy as to overwhelm all capacity for coolness–not that I have any of that in the first place, but I wasn’t the only one dancing! It was all so pretty and so full of happy. Also, Kendal went with me, and that was pretty cool or something.

Here is a live video of “The Crash Years,” because them playing this song made me so happy and I want to see them over and over again.


Woooooot shows

So, I figured since it’s been two weeks and two shows since A Day to Remember/Bring Me the Horizon/We Came as Romans/Pierce the Veil, so I figured I should, you know, finally write about it. Whole day was filled with awesome, from waking up and getting deelicious food (falafel!) to road-tripping up to San Francisco with Kendal + Tanner + Another Friend, to making fun of ridiculous scene kids in line (tiny girls! pulling combs out of their pockets! and burning their eyeliner and reapplying it ever four minutes!), to you know, the actual show.

Pierce the Veil played first, which was silly because they were infinitely better than We Came As Romans. They were, however, fuckin’ awesome, what with the opening with “Besitos” and closing with “Caraphernalia” and the kicking ass in general. They kicked so much ass that I was compelled to purchase entirely more merch than I was going to. And this is how I came to own my red shorts, which you have probably seen already (80 kadjillion times). But here is a picture of them from a merch site just in case! I even found one that didn’t come with creepy, disembodied legs!

They are the best thing. They make me so happy. And I guess Pierce the Veil does too, or something. 😛 The reason they’ve been stuck in my head pretty much non-stop since the show is not because I enjoyed them, or anything. Naaaaaaaw. (I jest, thanks for showing me them, Another Friend!)

Next up was We Came As Romans, whose ratio of cutesy stage moves to actually good songs was not favorable. I’m pretty sure there were some pretty people in the band or something, so I guess the fourteen year old girls were excited, but I’m not exactly sure why they played after PTV. Current theory: they gave A Day to Remember better blowjobs.

Bring Me the Horizon! The band that I’d been aware of and resisting for years, based on the reasoning that fourteen year old girls like Oli Sykes because he’s pretty, and therefore I should not like his band. Well, fuck it. I like his band. Oli Sykes is fucking entrancing on stage, and I love his screaming style (ie. rip out vocal chords for audience pleasure). Another Friend was very good and predicting what songs would get played when for this one. I went out and bought a CD right after this set, and another one shortly thereafter, which is I guess my way of saying BMTH put on one hell of a show. On a totally unrelated note, I am totally back on body-mods on guys now. Also, fourteen again. The tiny scene girls, sometimes they are not wrong…

A Day to Remember had this ridiculously elaborate stage setup and over the course of the show, shot confetti at the audience twice, showered the crowd with balloons, threw t-shirts, rolls of toilet paper, and rolled their lead singer on top of the crowd in a giant bubble. I kept wondering how much throwing all that shit at the audience every day must cost and also managed to bruise my knee even though I was up in the seats. My jumping up and down without jumping forward skills, they are lacking. Fun set.

In conclusions, it was a great fucking time, even though I hate being stuck in seats, and I need to watch both Pierce the Veil and Bring Me the Horizon headlining things again soon. I forgot I missed scene shows. The pure focus on music that most indie shows have is fantastic, but watching a band fucking work their asses off to entertain the crowd, lead singers putting themselves at the mercy of enthusiastic crowds, synchronized stage moves, and an intense focus on swoopy hair, I need those things, too. Oh shit! I made a post about something that wasn’t indie rock. Now that this tragically overdue recap is done, I can get started on my next one, about that one show I went to two years ago!