RE: Lying Bloggers

So last night was my first official gig as concert reviewer, which is really for myself and posterity more than anyone else, which is a damn good thing given no one will ever read this. At any rate, Sondre Lerche was just lovely. But here, let me break it down for you
1. The Place:
The Paradise Rock Club is probably one of the stranger-shaped venues I've been to in my day. It's sort of a perpendicular Middle East, in that rather than being a long, skinny venue, it's a very wide but very shallow sort of affair. Meaning, everyone is sort of pressed very close to the stage but can waggle more or less to the left or right basically to the horizon. Not bad.
2. The People:
I have literally never been to a concert with that many girls (not women--girls) and so few guys EVER. Even Andrew Bird, who's basically chick porn, was a solid 60/40. I counted maybe ten guys within the first ten feet of the stage, all the way across. I mean, Sondre Lerche is pretty heart breakingly sweet, but nevertheless, it's ridiculous. Basically all college freshman types, planning their trip to 'Regina'. Fuck them, but everyone was mostly near sober. However, had I seen one more couple using Sondre as an excuse for hanky panky, I actually would have punched them, madly in love with Lerche or not.
3. The Players:
Despite being one person, despite never using loops, and despite barely scraping 5'7'', Sondre Lerche not only dominated the stage but totally held the audience captive for an hour and a half or so. He had cute-awkward-my-English-isn't-perfect banter, and he pounded the ever loving hell out of a beautiful little Gretsch. He played some new stuff, but kept it light with old standards and any musician with multiple sing alongs is totally worthy of praise. Oh good God, there was a whistle-a-long.

In summary, Sondre bloody rocked it.

Next time would have been Maximo Park, however they canceled their entire damn American tour, so it'll be Wavves at Great Scott on the 27th.

Until then,
Stay crisp, stay crunchy
--WF
RIP Patrick Swayze

Lies and the Lying Bloggers Who Tell Them

I SKIPPED OUT ON MUCCA PAZZA BECAUSE THE WEATHER SUCKED AND THEY REALLY AREN'T THAT GOOD TO BEGIN WITH.

Sondre Lerche, 9/13 @ The Paradise, coming up in like six hours when my life isn't in shambles. Get pumped.

FACT: Fiction

So this summer has made me decide to take this contraption in a different direction. I got no friends here at BU, so rather than sit and angst it out, I'ma go to more concerts. And here I will review them, for posterity. However, I hate writing big things, so it'll break down into three p's:
1. The Place: How's the venue? Smelly? Huge? Strangely sticky?
2. The People: All emo kids? Over-30s reliving their glory days? Pregnant?
3. The Players: HOW IS THE BAND?

For example, We Are Scientists at the Middle East, July 30 (ish):

1. The place: The Middle East is generally cute, generally not sticky but louder than holy fuck. My bad for standing so close.
2. The people: A nice mix of moms with 25 year old Keith Murray lookalikes (which made for one awkward as hell autographing moment) and college kids. Met two students from Mexico visiting for this show and All Points West, which I think is RIDICULOUS BECAUSE THEY CAME FROM MEXICO FOR TWO CONCERTS. By the time WAS came out (11:45? Midnight?)the volume of tit-bearing drunkards was a little much, but otherwise people were people.
3. The Players: Bad Girlfriend, Keith Murray's girlfriend's band, opened, with Murray on drums. Quite the hoot, despite having 5 tracks to their name. Somebody was number 2, they were alright, but immediately forgettable. 'Scientists were naturally funny, played a few new songs, DESTROYED the place with the classics. Generally awesome, I will say.

So there you go, 'Fries on the case, this is now a concert review blog. Up first:
Mucca Pazza, oddly enough also at the Middle East, Friday 9/11. I'll keep you posted.
-WF
Who fricken cares?