Last night James and Shawna and I went to see In Medias Res at Mesaluna in Vancouver. There were four other bands playing… headline act was Black Rice, I think, I dunno, we didn't stick around to see them.
First band (Anger After, or After Anger… something like that) was unremarkable. Second was pretty good. The drummer sang and the lead singer had cool tattoos.
Third was strrrange. The lead singer was really skinny and he danced around in such a way that his ass stuck out a lot. And when he was being sort of still, and had the mike in the stand, he'd position himself far enough away that he had to lean forward, but he arched his back then too so his ass stuck out slightly. At one point he faced the drummer and bent over at the waist with his chest and arms flopping around his legs, and his ass right in the front row's face (small low stage). It was like the position I used to assume when my dad was about to spank me as a little girl. THEN he did this thing where he put the mike down his shirt and danced around for a while, then when he started singing (well, screaming) again, he pulled it out the bottom so that it was around his shirt and showing off his tummy. Shawna and I were pissing ourselves laughing, then looked around and discovered that NOBODY ELSE thought this was at all strange. There were other odd antics, but nothing terribly remarkable.
In Medias Res was cool, this is the third time I've seen them but they've gotten less… err, emo for lack of a better word and more just… loud. The bass player was so sketchy though… I don't remember him being this drunk/uncoordinated/both before. Again, it was a small stage, so not a lot of room for jumping around, but he was stumbling all over the place. Three times he bumped into a stack of amps, almost knocking them over, and rebounded almost into the audience. For a while he was slipping around on a cookie sheet that was lying on stage with some magnetic poetry on it (dunno what the hell it was doing there to begin with) till he accidentally kicked it into the lead singer's shins, who then put it back out of the way. Near the end of the set he fell over behind the drummer, knocking over the low tom and two crashes. Shawna and I started cackling maniacally – but again, we were the only ones who thought this was funny. He finished off the set by knocking over another cymbal and failing to do some push-ups.
I don't get why nobody else thought any of this was funny though… hmm.
oh yeah, and my other ear is 2g now as well. But the first one (the right) is kinda stingy. I couldn't actually get my own o-rings on, I had my boyfriend do it, and he did someting painful to that ear, not sure what. It still hurts quite a bit. I can't see the back of it too clearly in the mirror to figure out what's up.
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