Broken Social Scene, whose tunes--if you are so intuitive as to turn up your speakers--you are listening to, was vibing and alive this past saturday...and belle and sebastian...well, let's just say i was oh-so NOT disappointed, and very glad to have ended up going, despite the unforseen occurrances of the previous day.
we tried real hard to sell those tix the day of, but did u want them?? NOPE. why the hell not? no clue. guess destiny knew i needed to go to the show. I paid $110 for the tix. I WAS NOT gonna throw that away. god, it was hard tho. especially all the way to merriweather.
ted leo--ok. not bad. ho-hum.
broken social scene--i bought the self titled cd yesterday. 12.99 not wasted.
belle and sebastian...stevie jackson looks good in a beatles suit and plays harmonica toe-tappingly.
Accents are always great. ok, almost always.
Chris was hillarious, tho the supposedly 80's-dressed young couple from brazil that he got to dance with him onstage was pathetically disturbing, with the girl's hip-hugger pants about to fall off her south american heinie, while her balding boyfriend tried and failed to bump and grind with her hopping around everywhere....to belle and sebastian's tunes???...**** hmmmm. no.
i digress.
life likes to sling a handfull of dog crap at your face every once in a while.
so, you wipe it off, hose yourself down, go drink a latte, and find something that makes you feel--something other than sad.
Broken social scene was the best unexpected therapy. Music. i should have known.
Sorry, no pictures. I forgot my camera in the car.
Oh, and if next year's smithsonian folklife festival has any kind of Puerto Rican bomba-dancing masked ruffle-suited creature like it did yesterday, complete with a 75-year old man dance-chasing after it, then i'll be back to see it, oh yes!
Did I mention, Brian is an Olive Garden Waiter? | 
