Sunday, October 31, 2010


This is not my PostSecret, but it could have been. I saw it this morning and it's true. At dinner before the concert last night my roommate was talking about how music magnifies emotions. "Sometimes I think I feel too much," she said.

"I don't feel much," I replied. That's why I need music, to let me feel.

"Concerts for me are like meds for all of you."

I don't know who you are, but I know exactly what you mean.

Just Hold On

Because of that one moment when you hold your breath and hold on to whatever's around you with the crazy hope that if you just hold onto that moment tight enough it will never go away.

Guster at Lupos in Providence, October 30, 2010

I'd forgotten those moments, when you remember that there's a world outside of the engulfing wave of sound you're currently drowning in, and you clutch onto that moment and try not to let go.

We were a little late last night, walking into Lupo's as Jukebox the Ghost was about halfway through "Schizophrenia." They were fabulous, as usual, and it was some point during their set when I just wanted to hold on and it surprised me. It was a feeling I'd forgotten, but one I used to have at every concert I went to. I don't know when that disappeared.

Lupo's was decked out for Halloween and many people came in costumes. There was this one couple dressed as Legos and they danced holding hands the entire night. It was one of the cutest things I have ever, ever seen.

Guster gets better every time I see them. They were absolutely amazing last night. They played a full, fun set, and the crowd loved them. I really love their drummer. He is so into it and I love that he hand drums and makes these amazing faces while he does it. While watching him I realized that the playful drumming is another thing I love about Jukebox the Ghost. I really appreciate a good drummer, but one who's good and having fun is even better.

Of course everyone always expects the first encore, but we made more noise than I'd heard in a while. Then after that we kept cheering and they came back again. They'd commented before that their most watched Youtube video was from an acoustic set at Lupo's forever ago, so they came out, Adam shirtless, and reenacted this. The crowd went silent to hear the acoustic, save for an almost whispered, reverent singalong. It was amazing.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

I'll Take What I Want From Your Heart and I'll Keep It

Today was long and tiring and stressful. Music also used to make me feel better.


Put it in HD and blow it up to full screen. I'm in love with this.

I hear some people day dream about their weddings or foreign locations or puppies and rainbows or... something. But if you see me staring off into space, I'm probably kicking some bad guy ass in a ridiculous outfit and a fast car. Not a superhero, no special powers, just a badass with intelligence and hellacious hair. It's like they found their way into my brain.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

My Boots

It doesn't always have to be so serious. I loved music because it was fun too, because it made me want to conquer the world. I'm grabbing that back, with headphones and a new pair of boots.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Towards the End, Unless a New Beginning Finds Me

For the first time in two years, I didn't write a post about a show I went to.

I went to the Mayday Parade Fearless Friends show last Sunday at Paradise. The parts I saw of it were fun, but I went mainly to do interviews. There were communication issues and the night was a little bit of a mess, but I ended up not only seeing all of Go Radio's set but also sitting down and talking with Jason Lancaster. I've been thinking a lot lately about the musical portion of my life, about my disappointment in the scene, and about what I'm really looking for in music these days. Go Radio's set was the only one that really meant anything to me that night, and though the full interview will be posted elsewhere later, Jason talked about honesty in music. He said a few things that made me realize he was the first person I'd talked to in a while who truly believed in music and wanted something more from being a musician than a touring lifestyle and a crowd of fans.

That's what I'm looking for right now and I'm just not getting it out of this scene. I thought about the shows that I truly enjoyed lately and they weren't the ones with the pretty boys playing pop riffs on stage while teenage girls texted and took pictures from the front rows. They were the ones with the older guys pouring their hearts out, the crowds of punks and solid people who care that they're getting a show full of meaning. The Gaslight Anthem sticks out in my head, the two shows this summer that felt like the men on stage were there because they loved music, not because they loved being rockstars.

I don't know where that leaves me. I've got tickets for a few more shows this fall, some that I'm really excited about, but I've crossed a few off my list too. I'm not going to see 3Oh!3 tomorrow night because I'm not sure what I'll get out of it right now. I've lost that need to buy every CD by every band I know, to go see every show that comes to the East Coast. I'm just not feeling it.

I've wondered why. I've thought maybe I'm busy, maybe I'm growing up, maybe I'm demanding more from my music, a higher quality. I don't know what the answer is.

The tag line of this blog used to be something like "Music, Videos, and Scene Kids." I was asked a few weeks ago in my MATM interview whether or not I'd continue this blog through grad school, and I'd replied with a resounding yes, fully believing it. But only a little while later I'm not even sure this blog will make it far past its second birthday.

Unless I find a new scene that convinces me that musicians who still believe in music are out there, I might be closing in on the end of a fantastic musical run. I'm over the scene and I just can't get in to the indie hipster crowd. I'm not a punk and I can't do metal. I don't have the patience anymore to wade through five bad local rock shows to find one good band.

Prove me wrong, world. Please, before a part of my life shrivels and dies.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

The Scene is Dead

Black Cards at Club Hell, Providence RI, October 15, 2010

It died last summer and I knew it. I've been watching it die, watching crowds get smaller, waiting for something to rise from the ashes. I thought maybe last night it would, maybe last night would start the rise of something new. It didn't.

The crowd didn't even fill Club Hell and that's saying something. We wound up against the front railing without any struggle. There was a swarm of fans behind us, and I heard one of them talking about being a "crew." I wondered if maybe they were OCC (the Original Cobra Crew, from so long ago), so I turned and asked what she meant. She seemed a little embarrassed by it at first, and replied that they were "part of Icecreamhdaches, it's this thing on livejournal."

IceCreamHdaches (their username is actually missing the letters, it's not a typo) was what introduced me to really being a fan of a band. Back in 2007, when I was just starting to break into the scene and the bands held within, I checked ICH everyday. They knew what was going on with FOB within seconds of something happening, they were faster than FOBR, and I had never realized that there was this intense group of fans both online and at shows. I didn't even know that a "scene" existed before them. I mentioned to the girl last night a little of this, that I had been an almost constant lurker, but that I had never posted myself. She was excited, however, and they gave me an ICH pin with the motto "we stalk so you don't have to."

I found out about the scene through ICH. I finally met them at a show. Maybe that really does mean it's the end. It'd certainly be a poetic bookend.

Hey Champ
opened the show and they were bouncy but their drums were too loud and I couldn't hear the vocals. This seems to be a constant problem at Club Hell. They were fun and I danced a little, but the crowd was dead. They were barely moving and there was always this half second pause of silence between the song ending and the clapping starting, awkward enough that the singer commented on it and no one laughed.

Black Cards. I wanted this music in a tiny club, but I wanted it polished and clean to a crowd of club dancers, not to the scene's leftovers. I'll admit to being one of that crowd, but the constant cameras flashing at Pete, the lack of dancing, the horrible sound through the speakers... it just wasn't there. The beat was going, and on the familiar songs people were singing along and moving, but it wasn't quite right. I think these songs were designed for 20 somethings, I think that's where this band should have been, but all they got were teenagers looking for the last lost bits of Fall Out Boy.

I swear it wasn't all bad. Bebe looked nervous at first, and it sounded as if they were tweaking her voice on one of the early songs to make it sound "old-timey" but she soon loosened up and started performing instead of just singing. She's gorgeous and has a pretty cool stage presence once she's going, but it was Pete everyone was really watching, which must suck a little for Bebe. She talked to the crowd a tiny bit, but Pete did most of it. And, as is only fitting of the nominal leader of that crowd, everyone shut up as soon as he did. He was speaking softly into the mic and I've never, ever heard a club that quiet to cling onto his every word. I had a thought, at the first FOB show I saw, that the moving mass of kids, at the time in the thousands, would do whatever that man said. I still believe that crowd last night would have. The charismatic leader of a scene that's no longer around.

The ICH crowd had been to the show the night before, and was planning on going to the show tonight, so they played an extra song out of appreciation. They hung out after, signed autographs and took pictures. I recognized a few of the guys surrounding the band, probably mangers or security, from other bands and other shows, and it was just a little odd.

The night ended with burgers and coffee with concert buddies at a roaming diner in Providence, and it was a delicious, but the drive home gave me a little too much time to think. I'm quickly becoming one of the oldest people at these shows and I'm feeling more and more like a teenager when I go to them. The crowds are getting smaller, but they're not getting older. Scene kids are still 13-18, and it seems that once they hit adulthood they just leave. But shows with people my own age are often indie shows, hipster filled crowds, and I don't feel right their either. I've been waiting for a new scene to arise and it hasn't yet, and I'm losing faith that it's coming.

The scene is dead. Long live the scene.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

The Triple Rainbow Awesome Tour

ALL CAPS at The Lilypad in Cambridge, October 9, 2010

Can we just take a moment to appreciate that tour name. Have you taken your moment? Okay then, moving on.

I hate parking in Cambridge. Hate it and so I normally take the T in, but I had to bring my roommate to the hospital (hearing a knock on the door and then a "Can you take me to the urgent care center?" is not the way to start your Saturday morning) so I was running late and I had to drive and I drove around for, no lie, 45 minutes before I found someplace to park. It was ridiculous.

So I missed the first act, Skyway Flyer, but I found Luke and Kristina of ALL CAPS and they asked if I minded doing the interview after. I said no, so I stuck around for the rest of the show.

Oh geek rock. I kind of love you. Mike Lombardo played a song about how "piano don't get chicks" and Alex Carpenter played songs about Harry Potter and the Hunger Games. It was awesome.

ALL CAPS is a fun live bit, and while the crowd of mainly preteen girls loved everyone they screamed and danced the most for ALL CAPS. They're dancy and fun and bouncy and everything you'd want out of an afternoon show. I was sad, however, that I had to go and put more quarters in the parking meter (damn you meters!) and so missed the last five minutes of their set, including "Don't Unplug Me." However some wonderful person uploaded it to YouTube. It's a great example of not just ALL CAPS, but the feel of the whole show.

After they'd taken pictures and signed things for every fan that waited, I got to sit down with Luke and Kristina. They're super nice and wonderful to all of their fans. Look for a link to my interview with them soon!

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Gimme Sympathy

I absolutely love the first few lines of this song:

"Get hot, get too close to the flame, wild open space. Talk like an open book. Sign me up."

Metric - Gimme Sympathy (Official Video) from Metric Music on Vimeo.

I also love the video. I'll always have a soft spot for one shot videos, as it takes a massive amount of work to get one shot to be perfect. The added effect of having them all switch places and the amount of coordination that must have gone into it are also things that I can appreciate. I love videos that are simple but interesting, and this is both of those.

Friday, October 8, 2010

Blinded Me With Science

The radio has been spot on lately.

Mix was having a "Back to the 80s" night as I drove home tonight, and this showed up as I spun the dial.

I did not win Month at the Museum, but I met four amazing people, explored one of the coolest museums I've ever seen, and sent my goal out there into the world. It was an amazing ride, one I'll edit into something exciting in the near future. Until then, take my word that science is just damn cool!

Monday, October 4, 2010

That's Not My Name

Brandeis is unable to spell my name.

The school paper spelled it Dainin, then Danin. The Student Union announcements spelled it Dianis.

Someone in admissions sent me a message congratulation my on finalist slot, and started off with "Hello Sophie."

Sophie. Sophie? That's not my name!

Sunday, October 3, 2010

A Veritable Confetti Hurricane

I spent most of last night at a quinceanera. I was working, serving food and cleaning dishes and making coffee and cutting cake and cleaning frosting off of pretty much every surface, but there were bubble machines and songs I hadn't heard in years and I don't think you've ever seen anyone dance so much while drying dishes.

I managed to get out in time to run home, trade frosting covered tights for jeans under my dress, and catch just the last song of The Postelles set at Brandeis. I was absolutely convinced that I'd seen them before, but I can't find them anywhere in this blog and I think maybe I'm getting them confused with someone else. I could have sworn I saw them at the Middle East and didn't like them, but I did like the one song I caught last night. I wish I could have gotten there sooner.

Ok Go
was why I was there. They played an expanded version of the set they played a few weeks ago at the Life is Good Festival, and some parts were better and some parts were worse. The hand bell choir was worse, because this time the crowd was drunk and loud and the sound didn't work well in the gym. I think the general crowd knew only two songs.

Actually, other than that, I think everything else was better.

The kid they pulled up to play on stage to play guitar with them knew what he was doing. They played an encore complete with furry guitars and light up jackets. "This Too Shall Pass" sounded amazing inside. They played more songs and they were wearing brightly colored suits and they were having fun. I love fun sets.

And the confetti. I've seen confetti used at the ends of concerts before, maybe for two songs, but they had confetti at the beginning, during the middle, and at the end. I wish we'd been closer so that I would have been within the confetti storm. I love confetti.

It was a fun set. That's all I wanted last night, and I got it.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

This Week in Music

I went to Newbury Comics with the intention of only buying hair dye. Somehow I wound up with some new CDs too. You're not even a little surprised, I know.

It's been a slow music news week, But:

- New My Chemical Romance. This almost got its own post, and would have, if there were not already two MCR posts on the front page. It's so good. I love the direction this new album is taking and I love the energy and I love the line "Shut up and let me see your jazz hands." I love so many things about this. Throw on a pair of headphones and tell me this doesn't make you want to move.

-I bought tickets this morning for both nights of Weezer in Boston. Blue/Pinkerton in full. I've wanted to hear "Only in Dreams" live for about seven years now. I could not be more excited.

-New Weezer album has been essentially on repeat for the past week. I love parts of it, but then forget them when not listening. Then I love them again. I think my review is going to be positive, but it's still going to take more listens. I can't decide if this is because I'm still on the fence or I just want to listen more.

-I've also been listening to a lot of Say Anything lately, especially "Hate Everyone" and "Do Better." I don't care what the old fans say, I think last November's self titled release is their best album.

-Rumor has it Harper's Ferry in Allston, MA is closing. I've never actually made it to a show there, though I did try desperately to get to the secret Fall Out Boy show two years ago. That's the night that made me absolutely despise parking and driving in Allston. I then outright refused to go to a show there because I hate driving there so much. That's how bad Allston is. But it's still sad to see a local venue close, and that little paranoid part of my brain is still afraid some record company somewhere is going to realize they can severely cut costs if they just prerecord concerts and play them on screens in stadiums and theaters. I mean if you're sitting way in the back you're essentially just watching it on a screen anyway, and the moment some executive who's never been in a crowd of screaming, jumping, moving, loving fans realizes that a part of my world is going to collapse. *shudder*