While writing that last post, I figured I was musing about other recent experiences I’d like to remember: specifically those two awesome concerts I went to two weekends ago.
Tokyo Police Club @ The Commodore
So, as a solo-concert-going virgin, this was not as I had expected. I was a wee bit tipsy, as I had come straight from Annika’s birthday party. But since I’m overly self-concious, I did the straight line test, and I aced it. No clue what being drunk feels like, and that’s my only metric. Delicious food there too. Annika, you host a great party.
Anyways, on to the concert. Matt said to show up 30 min after doors open, but music still didn’t start for another hour. Bought some swag, I wanted a shirt and I remember that when I wanted a DCFC shirt a while back, (?) Craig said that they had all sold out by the end of the show. Wandered around a lot, felt really awkward. The atmosphere seemed to expect you to not have come alone.
We Are The City opened. I had never heard them before, but Matt said they were good, and put on a good live show, so I found a spot close. But they sucked. It just felt like noise. Seriously. I was glad when it was over. My ears did not like it.
After a good half hour or so intermission, the Arkells played. I had liked their music when I first listened to them, but once when I played one of their songs in Matt’s car, he really had a bad opinion of it, so I hadn’t listened to them since; just never put them on the rockbox. But I’ve also stopped listening to Matt’s musical advice as well.
I really liked them. Didn’t get close since my ears still hurt. And I wish I knew some more of their songs. They had a huge band, and even brought on a couple of the TPC’ers to perform for their last song.
And finally, the meat of the meal: Tokyo police club
I tried to get as close of a spot as possible, because I thought that being close would be awesome, and it is. Although I spent a lot of the time keeping my ground against being knocked over from the moshers, I still really enjoyed the music. Can’t really describe it with words. And I got a drumstick, that was sweeeet.
As an encore, they played a cover of My Name Is Jonas and Cheer It On.
After the concert, I was kinda amazed at how busy Granville is at 1:00am. Crazy clubbers. Hitched a ride on the Canada Line, talked to a girl named Neruda or Nerita (can’t remember for sure). Traded stories. And then I walked home from Cambie, giddy as ever. Too giddy to fall asleep, so I updated the Church’s website while I was awake.
Land of Talk @ the Biltmore
The Biltmore is awesome. Super Chill. Nice and close, one bus.
Hipsters are hilarious. So much Pabst Blue Ribbon, cheapest American beer ever.
Met a guy from Montreal who saw Land Of Talk there. Looked 24, is 30. Talked about the different cities and how in Vancouver, all of the races split into their own racially segregated groups but they mix in Montreal.
First up was Rah Rah, from Saskatchwan. Really sweet live performance, so good that I bought their CD after, and it’s just as good.
Met a guy who has a bad back (needs to sit on this thing at the front) and comes to see concerts at the Biltmore even though he has to pay though the nose for a cab to get back home. Pretty hilarious.
Next up was Suuns, a wierd electronica band, OK, but not something I would stand up close for. Sounded a lot better while chilling in one of the booths.
Met a girl who recommended Bettie Servert. Thought she said Betty Surfer. Some people were dancing to this sweet Animal Collective song during the intermission.
And Land of Talk. But really, just Elisabeth Powell and the Suuns. I wish it was the entire band, but it was still really good. She started with Cloak and Cipher, but with just Guitar. I really wanted her to play Summer Special and Give Me Back My Heart Attack, I got one of those. Still was really awesome, had a really good time.
And now to play some Civ4.