Mal ,'Ariel'
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Last night, I described The Hush Sound as "sociopathic piano rock." By which I mean awesome.
And that is all I will say about the subject of bandom, because I need to leave work and get in line to try to be within spitting distance of the stage tonight. (Although I will relay one of last night's text message exchanges: "Where are you?" "Stage Ray by the booze.")
MCR is kind of like.... okay.
Take a nerdy kid from Jersey with a wicked voice and a penchant for horror, maudlin optimism, and Freddy Mercury-esque stage theatrics. Put his dorky little Jersey scene-king brother on the bass. His friend on lead guitar shreds like Van Halen. The rhythm guitarist was airlifted in from a Jersey thrash punk band. Top that with a Chicago kid with a kit the size of a small suburb, who beats on it like they're making it illegal.
It sounds kind of like that.
"Where are you?" "Stage Ray by the booze."
Text for the mofo WIN, right there.
I need to leave work and get in line to try to be within spitting distance of the stage tonight.
Have fun!
Have fun!
I'm going to die. It's gonna be awesome! (Oh, and my new Docs are kickass because I was on my feet for 7 hours last night and it barely hurt at all.)
t peeks in
The best and easiest way to convey his talent is to take a look at his drumkit for The Black Parade (third album, rather conceptual and interestingly experimental from a drumming point of view). That is a ridiculous collection of drums.
I'll take Mo Tucker over him any day.
t runs back out to hide
Toro shreds like Slash. That may be my affection and his hair talking.
MCR, when doing The Black Parade, put on a seriously awesome theatrical live show. Sadly, this tour, they didn't hit Seattle, so I cannot speak as to their more intimate shows.
I'm going to die. It's gonna be awesome!
Oh, my god, me too! I have call at 6:00 tomorrow for a 7:30 concert, and the fucking Rorem is so atonal, and the basses keep pulling us flat because they can't hold the tonic...
Okay, not the same thing.
(Oh, and my new Docs are kickass because I was on my feet for 7 hours last night and it barely hurt at all.)
Shoe victory!
I'm going to die. It's gonna be awesome!
Enjoy!! And huzzah for Docs!
Dana, you're not singing Miss Julie, are you? (The only Rorem I know...)
Sadly, this tour, they didn't hit Seattle, so I cannot speak as to their more intimate shows.
Still drama-laden, and wicked fun.
Dana, you're not singing Miss Julie, are you?
Nope. Some psalms and shit. It's actually a bunch of mid-20th century American composers, which I really like.