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So i went to see hot chip on sunday. i know. probably shoulda wrote about this earlier, but...i was busy. seriously. school is ultimate work for the weekdays. so, let me weave a wondrous story of intrigue and dancing.
this whole thing was opened by io echo. i had heard of their band before, they played the free hammer series concerts (it's on a poster i gots), but i never heard them. now..if i had to say what they sounded like...it's, like, if an "indie" version of horror, perhaps even death, punk (i thought of the misfits) fucked it's close relative of dance punk (ie: duchess says) and they produced a kid. That's what it is. The lead singer was some girl who really, really, really looked like a zombie. She acted like one on stage, doing all kinds of macabre stuff.
the band seemed a little out of place and the girl was all crazy--at one point she danced in a bunnyish sort of way, kicking one leg up and holding her hands up like paws. well, that's how i interpreted it. they did do a nice cover of "i want you (she's so heavy)", i thought.
On to the main event here:
This is hot chip. I want to be brief here; it was good dancing times. there were balloons bouncing about and people jumping all over the place. fairly good. yes. i don't think i can elaborate on those general concepts there. here are related images.
kinda bad. gomen. well, that was my sunday. it was hell getting up at 7 A.M. monday.
One thing that’s been really bothering me since July, recently resurrected this month, has been the disappearances of my pencil bags. I’m upset and frustrated over my loss. It sounds insignificant and irrelevant in terms of treasured items, but, by gum, I bought the two in Japan. I’m more concerned about the first pencil case because it was much cuter and attention-grabbing since it was made in the shape of a BANANA that could PEEL. I believe it was also more expensive than the latter lost. I don’t think the first was stolen, per se, but it was gone upon my return home from the last day of summer school. I have an inkling that the second pencil bag could’ve been stolen. Or…I left it somewhere and it was eventually stolen. Something along those lines. With each passing day the curiosity and dread regarding these things grows exponentially; it really fucking makes me wonder. I also get reminded of the green sweater and other inanimate objects I’ve “lost”.
Been feeling ill the last two days. Consumption is an awful thing for me at the moment. Things regarding school have also made me upset. Hot chip on Sunday? Could I possibly be excited? ….or would I prefer to experience an orgy in hell for the third week? Actually, I really have no choice on the hot chip thing because then it would be a waste of money.
Oh, yes.
Hurrah. It’s the hundredth/100th post.
Went to see the kooks. the morning benders opened. the drummer gave me malkmus vibes with his hat. they was cute. blah. I touched Luke Pritchard, who's also cute, but not nearly as awesome as Calvin Harris.
A fight almost broke out next to me (much like when i saw the cribs..i must attract them) though one wouldn't expect, really to happen at this sort of gig. the best part had to be the encore. Luke came out and played "jackie big tits" and "seaside"--acoustic stuff on his own. the whole band eventually came back out and we sang happy birthday to one of the guys working there. hmm. All rights. get ready for foals on the saturday, kids.
For some odd reason i am so into hot chip right now. shake a fist does major damage to my dance bones. gonna be seein' 'em in september. i missed them last time 'cuz i didn't think much of it. how pedestrian of me. last week it was all cavin harris and his vegas song..
I don't think anyone knows..what i did during the weekend. Well, I just happened to go to Coachella on Saturday. It was so brutally hot out there, but most definitely awesome.
OK OK OK OK OK. I saw some totally great bands/performers, most of which I was familiar with and the cause of my wanting to go soooo bad.
I started the day with the bird and the bee..I didn't know who they were, i just wanted to see the band playing after them. So, that was relatively lovely...there was a mini wind tornado thing going on outside the tent and dick slapping was mentioned. i much enjoyed this song:
something, something be my fucking boyfriend.
Post b&b set i rushed as fast as i could to get in close proximity of the stage for the teenagers. so they came out all festooned in their summer clothes (leonardo di caprio t-shirt was waaaayyyy coool) and started with "feeling better". THE DANCING. THE FUCKING DANCING by the LEAD SINGER GUY. SHITS. It was great. There was some beach ball going around that hit some of the band members and, in return, hit some of the people in the crowd (french muscles were to blame).
post teenagers i went to see kavinsky. woo. that was good beats. klxns remixed. justice remixed too (dur, d.a.n.c.e.). and this young guy was trying to seduce me with his juvenile rave moves. then went to see MGMT. MGMT!! they were much better than i thought they were--psychedelic-like jamming and headband wearing and running around during "kids". Great.
Saw The Jicks (oh! stephen malkmus!). i kinda wish i'd left a little earlier to catch a bit of the kate nash or something...but it was stephen malkmus--who doesn't roll, but uses a bong!
I got a glimpse of hot chip (alas, there were so many people i couldn't get all close) so i went to see death cab for cutie. also a lot of people. it was good, though. they talked of prince at the end:
I'm excited for Prince!!!
Then Calvin Harris. And he had very skinny legs. As did his bass man, who played quite well, getting into it and all...and providing the best back bass to all the songs. I touched Calvin Harris, too. He came up and I reached out and ... we made contact.
Sadly, i had to leave after seeing that delightful scottish lad; i missed checking out portishead and seeing Prince in all his purple glory.
Quite the best day i've had in a while. Too bad i don't think i can go next year (if all goes well i'mma be outta the fuckin country).
kinda bad. gomen. well, that was my sunday. it was hell getting up at 7 A.M. monday.
