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dragonlady7mood: deaf
music: The Refreshments—Suckerpunch (in my head; if it were out loud now i wouldn’t be able to hear it, would i?)
If you’ve never had your hearing reduced to a buzzy ringing shadow of its former self by standing and getting mashed through three hours of amateur punk, with the final act being a band consisting of a group of boys who you’ve seen in their diapers and known ever since... you should.
Just back from seeing a handful of local bands performing at Valentines, with Melrose’s own Three Point Turn as the headlining act. (descended from the legendary Spacely Sprockets, who were formed from the remainders of Klamp, and that takes us back to 1994 when the current lead singer’s older brother was like 13 and decided to form a band in the first place, becoming the first local kid of his generation to have that thought, but far from the last) It’s a long time since Klamp... Ian went away to Cornell, and Spacely Sprockets dissolved. They were a ska band, formed from the solid core of the school pep band (the first song they learned was the school’s Alma Mater)—Ian played guitar, Greg Coraldi guitar, Simon and Brian both played sax, Colin played drums and the German exchange student Tomas played trombone. There were other members but I don’t remember them.
Wonder of wonders, I found a Spacely Sprockets mp3 on Audiogalaxy before it died— I don’t remember which one. I have their CD. They were cute, witty, and marginally musically talented. After Ian went to Cornell, the band broke up. But Simon (his little brother) learned bass, and with Greg and Colin started Three Point Turn.
The band is more notable for the show it puts on than the actual music, in my opinion. They’re wonderful; they had three televisions with most of the screens blacked out with electrical tape, so that when they turned them on, in glowing static letters they read “Three” “point” and “turn”. The “point” tv stopped working a little bit into the set, so Simon declared that the band has been renamed “Three Turn”, which was popular with the crowd. Simon and Greg have been playing together so long that they had routines choreographed; at one point Simon (still playing) knelt on the ground nearly prone, and Greg (playing a solo) ran up him and leapt off his back like a ramp.
They were preceded by a motley collection of strange folk. The first band consisted of a fat boy with an acoustic-electric twelve string, of all things, accompanied by (wait for it, it’s good) a boy playing... BONGOS. Little miniature bongos.
I have photographic evidence of this, which I can’t post because I don’t have my webspace set up, but if you want I’ll email it to you. Leave a comment if you don’t believe me.
They were called “Lawn Chair Romeos”, and I repeat, consisted of a fat boy on 12-string with his friend on mini-bongos.
The boy sang soprano.
Next came Public Access, I think... they were OK, but their front man... wait for it, Dave... played baritone saxophone.
They were aDORable. Not a one of them over seventeen. They put on a great show, high-energy, decent rhythm even. The sax player wasn’t bad.
After that was DA, or The DA’s, I wasn’t sure. A trio, all girls. High-energy, good show, but their guitarist had no fuckin’ rhythm. Their bassist was an excellent showman, jumping and pumping and working the crowd, and their drummer was solid rock. She had like eight cymbals, and used them all to great effect. She had a number of fans in the audience holding signs that said “megan tulley is hot”, so I assume that was her name. They were good, but the vocals were weak and the rhythm shaky whenever the guitarist wasn’t directly backed up by the drummer. She was skilled enough, but had no clue about rhythm on her own.
Second to last was Third To None, who had a lot of fans—really local boys, I guess—and put on a great show. People knew the words to their songs, so I guess they had a CD out or something. (These days anyone can put out a CD if they want; ask Darius about his recording studio. He’s a session guitarist in New York City, you know.)
And last was Three Point Turn, whose act also featured a six-can Silly String dispenser, which was used to totally douse the audience in whatever the fuck Silly String is made from.
It was great to see Simon; he looks the same as he did, only he’s taller than he was. but he’s always been tall, so no biggie. Colin is taller than me now, which is distressing. He still has an adorable little-boy face, but I think he probably always will—he’s been cute since the day I met him, with little brown eyes squinting in a round face, and blond hair. And he’s fucking ripped, always has been. He actually looks a bit like an Abercrombie and Fitch model, only with a cute little round chin and cheeks to fill out those damn cheekbones. He’s damn cute. I just wanna put him on a shelf and keep him.
He’s the one of them that Mom’s least worried about. His parents downright neglected him all through his childhood, and are just now this year starting to try and keep him under control—too late. He spent his childhood as a wild-child, but the fact of the matter is that he’s a decent kid. A bit of an arrogant prick, but under it a thoroughly decent guy. So it’s too fucking late for them to try and raise him; he raised himself and did a perfectly fine job. He’s a bit too attractive and charismatic to be agreeably humble, but is pleasant and intelligent enough that he’ll probably make his way in the world. Mom’s probably right about him. She’s more worried about Simon, who’s convinced that he’s a genius and a special case in all things. Well, he is. But. He’s not the smartest guy in the world. Smartest in his little world, but once he shows up at Brown, there’s guaranteed to be somebody smarter than him. There’s ALWAYS somebody smarter. And then where will he be? Not such a little pond anymore. He might have trouble adjusting. He lacks the charisma that’ll probably get Colin through. So I’m worried about him too; he’s phenomenally intelligent but has never been adaptable, and is used to being treated as some kind of treasure because of his formidable mathematical intellect.
Not that any of you care. Nice that I can close the lj-cut tags and make that into a sidebar.
So, tinnitus aside, it was a nice evening. i’m sleepy as hell, and am gonna copy and paste this so i can go to bed. g’night y’all.
music: The Refreshments—Suckerpunch (in my head; if it were out loud now i wouldn’t be able to hear it, would i?)
If you’ve never had your hearing reduced to a buzzy ringing shadow of its former self by standing and getting mashed through three hours of amateur punk, with the final act being a band consisting of a group of boys who you’ve seen in their diapers and known ever since... you should.
Just back from seeing a handful of local bands performing at Valentines, with Melrose’s own Three Point Turn as the headlining act. (descended from the legendary Spacely Sprockets, who were formed from the remainders of Klamp, and that takes us back to 1994 when the current lead singer’s older brother was like 13 and decided to form a band in the first place, becoming the first local kid of his generation to have that thought, but far from the last) It’s a long time since Klamp... Ian went away to Cornell, and Spacely Sprockets dissolved. They were a ska band, formed from the solid core of the school pep band (the first song they learned was the school’s Alma Mater)—Ian played guitar, Greg Coraldi guitar, Simon and Brian both played sax, Colin played drums and the German exchange student Tomas played trombone. There were other members but I don’t remember them.
Wonder of wonders, I found a Spacely Sprockets mp3 on Audiogalaxy before it died— I don’t remember which one. I have their CD. They were cute, witty, and marginally musically talented. After Ian went to Cornell, the band broke up. But Simon (his little brother) learned bass, and with Greg and Colin started Three Point Turn.
The band is more notable for the show it puts on than the actual music, in my opinion. They’re wonderful; they had three televisions with most of the screens blacked out with electrical tape, so that when they turned them on, in glowing static letters they read “Three” “point” and “turn”. The “point” tv stopped working a little bit into the set, so Simon declared that the band has been renamed “Three Turn”, which was popular with the crowd. Simon and Greg have been playing together so long that they had routines choreographed; at one point Simon (still playing) knelt on the ground nearly prone, and Greg (playing a solo) ran up him and leapt off his back like a ramp.
They were preceded by a motley collection of strange folk. The first band consisted of a fat boy with an acoustic-electric twelve string, of all things, accompanied by (wait for it, it’s good) a boy playing... BONGOS. Little miniature bongos.
I have photographic evidence of this, which I can’t post because I don’t have my webspace set up, but if you want I’ll email it to you. Leave a comment if you don’t believe me.
They were called “Lawn Chair Romeos”, and I repeat, consisted of a fat boy on 12-string with his friend on mini-bongos.
The boy sang soprano.
Next came Public Access, I think... they were OK, but their front man... wait for it, Dave... played baritone saxophone.
They were aDORable. Not a one of them over seventeen. They put on a great show, high-energy, decent rhythm even. The sax player wasn’t bad.
After that was DA, or The DA’s, I wasn’t sure. A trio, all girls. High-energy, good show, but their guitarist had no fuckin’ rhythm. Their bassist was an excellent showman, jumping and pumping and working the crowd, and their drummer was solid rock. She had like eight cymbals, and used them all to great effect. She had a number of fans in the audience holding signs that said “megan tulley is hot”, so I assume that was her name. They were good, but the vocals were weak and the rhythm shaky whenever the guitarist wasn’t directly backed up by the drummer. She was skilled enough, but had no clue about rhythm on her own.
Second to last was Third To None, who had a lot of fans—really local boys, I guess—and put on a great show. People knew the words to their songs, so I guess they had a CD out or something. (These days anyone can put out a CD if they want; ask Darius about his recording studio. He’s a session guitarist in New York City, you know.)
And last was Three Point Turn, whose act also featured a six-can Silly String dispenser, which was used to totally douse the audience in whatever the fuck Silly String is made from.
It was great to see Simon; he looks the same as he did, only he’s taller than he was. but he’s always been tall, so no biggie. Colin is taller than me now, which is distressing. He still has an adorable little-boy face, but I think he probably always will—he’s been cute since the day I met him, with little brown eyes squinting in a round face, and blond hair. And he’s fucking ripped, always has been. He actually looks a bit like an Abercrombie and Fitch model, only with a cute little round chin and cheeks to fill out those damn cheekbones. He’s damn cute. I just wanna put him on a shelf and keep him.
He’s the one of them that Mom’s least worried about. His parents downright neglected him all through his childhood, and are just now this year starting to try and keep him under control—too late. He spent his childhood as a wild-child, but the fact of the matter is that he’s a decent kid. A bit of an arrogant prick, but under it a thoroughly decent guy. So it’s too fucking late for them to try and raise him; he raised himself and did a perfectly fine job. He’s a bit too attractive and charismatic to be agreeably humble, but is pleasant and intelligent enough that he’ll probably make his way in the world. Mom’s probably right about him. She’s more worried about Simon, who’s convinced that he’s a genius and a special case in all things. Well, he is. But. He’s not the smartest guy in the world. Smartest in his little world, but once he shows up at Brown, there’s guaranteed to be somebody smarter than him. There’s ALWAYS somebody smarter. And then where will he be? Not such a little pond anymore. He might have trouble adjusting. He lacks the charisma that’ll probably get Colin through. So I’m worried about him too; he’s phenomenally intelligent but has never been adaptable, and is used to being treated as some kind of treasure because of his formidable mathematical intellect.
Not that any of you care. Nice that I can close the lj-cut tags and make that into a sidebar.
So, tinnitus aside, it was a nice evening. i’m sleepy as hell, and am gonna copy and paste this so i can go to bed. g’night y’all.
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Date: 2002-07-04 08:01 pm (UTC)the first act was "lawnchair romeo", and the girls were "the D.A's"
the only correction i really felt the need to post a comment to correct was stefan's name, since i worship stefan and "tromboni"