| Tuesday, May 01, 2007 |
| Don't believe a word I say |
A few weeks ago, I said I was going to stop going to rock shows, which turned out to be total b.s. I am, however, selective; I figured I could go see the Canadian band Sloan because:
(a) There was only one opening act, the 88, a band I like a lot; and
(b) Surely fans of a Canadian rock band would be super-polite and not spend the entire evening text messaging and checking their cell phones and Blackberries.
As it turns out, the 88 totally rocked, and Sloan's fans were perfectly lovely. The only cell phones I saw all evening belonged to people who were using them to take photos of the band, which is fine with me, because at least that means they're focused on what's happening on the stage. One guy clad in a Rush T-shirt and toque (can you get any more Canadian?!) lit up a cigar about 20 minutes before the end of the show, but I just moved aside, out of the stream of smoke. (Yes, that is highly illegal in California, but then again, so is smoking pot inside rock clubs, and goodness knows that goes on all the time.) Sloan played my favorite new song and my favorite old song and just generally entertained the heck out of the large, enthusiastic crowd, so I'd call the evening a complete success. Bonus: we were home by midnight.
I'm not going to push my luck, though. One of my favorite new bands, Peter, Bjorn & John, are playing at Bimbo's later this month, but there are two opening acts I've never heard of, and PB&J are kind of a hot buzz band right now -- in other words, the sort of act that will probably attract a heavy contingent of annoying hipsters. If they endure, maybe I'll see them someday when they're less fashionable. (Sloan has been around for something like 15 years, and the San Francisco show got zero publicity in the local media, which means that the people who were there were really serious fans.)
I didn't write it here, but a couple of months ago, I mentioned to Joe that I was going to cut back on going out so much in the evenings -- a maximum of three times a week sounded about right. So here I am, going out nine days in a row. A lot of that is due to the fact that it's film festival time. By Wednesday the 9th, when this long run of nonstop entertainment finally winds down, I'm liable to be completely exhausted. |
posted by 125records @ 11:01 AM  |
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I went to see Luna in SF (at Slim's, maybe? Don't remember now...) right after the smoking ban came in. Partway into the set, I saw a group of people passing a joint around in that half-surreptitious way that people do at rock shows; I was greatly amused to note a group on my right passing around a tobocco cigarette in the exact same way.
jf
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I went to see Luna in SF (at Slim's, maybe? Don't remember now...) right after the smoking ban came in. Partway into the set, I saw a group of people passing a joint around in that half-surreptitious way that people do at rock shows; I was greatly amused to note a group on my right passing around a tobocco cigarette in the exact same way.
jf