I also came to the conclusion that I write and articulate better when I'm cranky, at least when I'm alone. This morning, I was as bitter as the lukewarm espresso I chucked a few minutes ago.
And...I started writing about the two concerts I hope to go to next week (Vampire Weekend and The Bravery) and, well...this came out:
If all goes well, I get to see two concerts in as many days with bands I actually like. First up is the theoretical Vampire Weekend concert that hinges on me not working Valentine's Day. Vampire Weekend has the vibe of a Club Med in Nairobi; a definite feel of Africa but with the comfortable, familiar trappings of its American origins - never overwhelming, so it feels exotic yet safe. Show's at the Wexner Center, which from all indications is a pretty neat-o venue in terms of acoustics. In exchange, however, it's basically equivalent of seeing a show at your high school auditorium.
The Bravery, on the other hand, rock out (rocks? I don't know if it's a singular or plural) with the subtlety of a latte with a shot of creme tossed in your lap [Note: I think the sudden upswing in coffee-type reference comes from my newfound espresso habit. Be afraid.]. It has some sort of substance to it, but it's lost amid the mess. Still, this is gonna be a pretty cool show, I've heard good things about them live. This one's at the Newport, that stalwart of Columbus rock - who outside Central Ohio knew there was one? I know full well I'll step out into a dank February night covered in a layer of stank and beer. Long live rock and roll.
That us what Pitchfork has done to me.
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