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Who needs sleep? Not me!

12 Apr

ADDENDUM: OH MY GOD WHEN I POSTED THIS THE FIRST TIME I FORGOT ABOUT DOCTOR WHO. D: So it’s down at the bottom now.

I figure since I can’t really get the reading done for my next class done, I’ll fill everyone in about my abso-freaking-lutely busy week.

No seriously. It’s the busiest my weekend has ever been, and I didn’t even do everything I could do. I still have an ass-ton of homework due Wednesday. So I’ll start from last Wednesday. Wait, no Thursday.

No, Friday. Thursday wasn’t all that exciting. We started layout early, which was nice, but it didn’t really save us any time, because we still didn’t get done yesterday until 10. But anyway, FRIDAY. Friday I had the following tasks: pack for Saturday, purchase two maple bacon doughnuts, drive to school, lay out pages, edit photos, drive to Seattle, find parking, meet Renee, give her a maple bacon doughnut, and see Spoon.

Mkay. Lemme tell you something. I thought I found amazing parking that night. It said $6, right? I paid on the way in, I thought I was done. Not quite. It turns out the next morning I had to pay an extra $24 for the night. $30 for parking. Balls. But now that I think about it, I don’t even care. It was totally worth the next two days. Because while they were ridiculously busy and kinda stressful and I got like 8 hours of sleep over the course of those 2 days, they were terrific. Like, really really really terrific. So after naively parked at the Warwick hotel next to the cute old building Renee was staying in, I walked over to the Moore to get my ticket and photo pass. I got there before Renee, but when she did get there we gorged on doughnut. It was awesome. But when I went to get my photo pass, I walked up to the will-call, gave them my name and said that I was supposed to be on the guest list for a ticket and photo pass. She took out an envelope and pulled out 3 stickers. One of which was my photo pass, but I had no idea what the other two were for.

Well,

Needless to say, I squee’d. I was quite confused, like “why do I get these? Why am I here? I’m not this cool. Oh my god life questions!” But I handed one to Renee and it made us even more excited to see Spoon. Like seriously. We got after show passes. How? But then I realized that I didn’t have my ticket, so I went back over to ask if I had a ticket. Thank god I did, so then I was all set. I love the Moore Theater. They don’t check your bags and let you bring water bottles in. That’s the one thing about the Showbox that drives me crazy. You have to pay $1.50 for a water bottle you could have just brought yourself. BUT, when we got inside the theater, no one got there for a good half an hour. Well, it was still pretty empty until like halfway through Deerhunter. Poor Micachu and the Shapes. That’s one thing I hate and love about seated theaters. You don’t have to get there first to get a spot, because you have an assigned spot. But it leaves the theater pretty empty for openers. It’s a shame that not everyone got to see all of Deerhunter’s performance, because it was awesome. Casual, and epic, and awesome. Bradford broke into this long, almost poetic story about being 27 in Seattle at the anniversary of Kurt Cobain’s death. And how when he was 12 and it happened, he would say, “I’ll never be 27!” And other things. But that was pretty cool. Then this girl jumped up on stage and started beating Bradford’s guitar with maracas, shaking around the floor like a crazy person and dancing with all the band members. It was adorable. Too bad it was after the 3rd song, it would have made an awesome photo. But I was going to be bad this time. I adhered to the rules. Um…what else? Oh, Bradford kept saying, “this is fucking ridiculous, like what are we doing here?” (Hmmm, I know how he feels.)

After Deerhunter was done, the seat next to Renee’s was still vacant. I could have EASILY sat down right there, but I found my seat. All us photogs (the same ones I always see) piled up to the front to shoot Spoon. Again, we swiftly moved across the non photo pit, and oddly enough, as I was shooting, my phone vibrated telling me that I had an email. One of the other photographers, right across the stage, started following me on Twitter. ??? I dunno, it was funny.

And then they came onstage, and people went apeshit. Which is fitting, because, you know – it’s SPOON. I don’t want to go into too much detail because I still have to write my review for Popwreckoning, and it’ll get really tedious coming up with more adjectives to describe how awesome it was. I’ll just mention that everyone – including all the photographers – started dancing during “The Underdog” like silly fangirls at a Jonas Brothers concert. Okay, maybe I’ll use that description in my feature. It was fun to participate in the dance party. You can’t not dance to that song anyway. It’s so freaking danceable.

ABBY, STAY FOCUSED!

I think it was about halfway through Spoon’s set when Bradford came out to play guitar – OH WAIT! Michael Lerner (aka Telekinesis) played snare on a bunch of songs, which was a nice ‘lil local flavor. Back to Bradford, he came out and shimmied across the stage, dancing with Rob like goofballs, and I think it was during “Who Makes Your Money” when he snuck up behind Britt and thrust the guitar neck between his legs. Britt didn’t notice it for a bit, but then he stared down at his crotch and shoved Bradford back and they stumbled and giggled and it was awesome. And I don’t even know when this was either, but Britt looked down into the audience, and this was after I went back to my seat and I couldn’t see what was going on. He took his guitar off and jumped off stage to go into the crowd. Like, right into the crowd. Apparently some old dude was literally sleeping. Out like a light, and Britt went to go wake him up. Again – awesome.

Needless to say – it was all awesome. Afterwards, I made my way back up to the front of the stage to find Renee when she grabbed the set list, because she always gets the set lists. And we went out to the lobby to wait for whatever came next. As soon as the security people started shooing everyone away, I wasn’t sure exactly what we were supposed to do with our after show passes. Good god even when I say it now it sounds so flipping cool. What the hell? So it was us and a few other people who looked legitimately worthy of going backstage into Spoon’s FUCKING DRESSING ROOM. We were led behind the stage, and I turned around the glanced into the empty theater and I almost pissed myself. We climbed a steep set of stairs past Deerhunter’s tiny-ass dressing room where Jim Eno was talking with Micachu and the Shapes, and we heard a bustle upstairs. Spoon’s dressing room was small, but not obscenely small like Deerhunter’s. But still, we were in their dressing room. Renee wasn’t quite as all, “d’uh…I’M NOT WORTHY” as I was, because she’s met them like a gazillion times before. Literally, she’s following their tour right now. And she’s going to make cupcakes for Rob’s birthday this week. At least that’s what she told him. So we stood around for a bit looking like fools who for some reason got after show passes. I still was like, “I’M NOT WORTHY, I’M NOT WORTHY…WTF.” But eventually all the members of Spoon made it our way and we – and I mean Renee mostly – talked to them for a short bit before asking them to sign her set list and my ticket stub. Oh, that’s right here.

So completely running on adrenaline, endorphins and bacon doughnuts, we walked around the corner to Renee’s cute ‘lil rented apartment. $45 a night for cozy dorm-like room? WIN! I don’t know how the hell she finds these places. But I managed to upload and edit my photos that night, because I didn’t feel like sleeping. I couldn’t post them to Flickr until the next day when I found a Tully’s because the internet at the apartment was uber slow. And I didn’t notice this until I uploaded my pictures to Flickr, but I shot most of Spoon’s set in 400 ISO. What the hell? I was so confused how it got to 400 ISO. I shot Deerhunter and Micachu and the Shapes in 1600 ISO, which is what I normally do, but miraculously the pictures on 400 ISO turned out awesome. No wonder they had no noise. I’ll have to shoot shows at the Moore more often. Brilliant lighting = brilliant photos, not to mention much easier. No need to shoot in black and white to relieve the super-saturated red light. Nope, theater lighting is pretty.

Before I move onto Saturday, I’ll post some of my favorite pics from the show. I’m so happy with this set!





Now I can the difference in noise on the Spoon and Deerhunter pics. Britt and Rob are SO CLEAR.

Friday, done.

Saturday, begin.

Saturday morning came way too early. I woke up at about 6, because I couldn’t fall back asleep. So about 4.5 hours is all I had, which actually was probably better than getting 6 hours. I always seem to be really really sleepy on 6 hours of sleep. By that time I’d reached the deep REM cycle. 4.5 hours it’s still nap-mode. But anyway, I woke up and got ready, didn’t take a shower because I was lazy. Just put my hair in a ponytail. I didn’t really know how many blocks I’d have to walk. Turns out I didn’t walk. It was 8 blocks away technically, but you couldn’t walk there without passing through a drug-dealer-infested street. I learned that when I was driving and a bunch of crackheads tried to flag me down in my car. IN MY CAR THEY WERE TRYING TO DEAL. But I missed the turn and ended up going like 5 miles out of my way down to the industrial area, and I got to the Bell Harbor Conference Center with like 2 minutes to spare when I left with 40 MINUTES TO SPARE. Boy do I suck with directions. Really.

I got to the conference center at the exact same time Niki did, and I was still pretty high from endorphins from the night before. Who needs sleep? Not me! We took the elevator up the third floor where everyone else was waiting, and they had free food. FREE BREAKFAST. I was so happy, because when I woke up it was too obscenely early to eat breakfast. 8 am is perfect for breakfast. So we ate our breakfast and I told everyone about my amazing night before, and tried not to sound like I was gloating. If I sounded like I was gloating you guys, tell me. I’m sorry. I like sharing my excitement. And I took my ticket stub out and they all – well some of them – ogled at it. And I squee’d again.

We went to a few sessions, learned a few lessons, and met with some of the Daily staff. Only about half of them came and introduced themselves, but the ones we did meet – Andrew, Lexie, and Nicole – were pretty cool. I can’t even fathom having just one job to do on the paper, which is what they do all the time because it’s daily and they have over 100 people on staff. ONE HUNDRED PEOPLE. We have TWELVE. That was my favorite part of the conference, meeting with them – because they are people that we can legitimately collaborate with, even though I’m starting to hate that word.

Here are some shots of us, sans me, since I was taking the pictures.




We got free lunch too, which was nice. After the conference, I tried to convince any of my fellow Ledgerites to join me at an awesome comedy show with Chris Hardwick, but no one obliged. I actually contemplating not going because I had so much homework due for Wednesday (which I still have not done yet), but then I thought that I’d regret not going. I’ve done that too much this year, and since I’m going to get paid more this quarter, and I might not even go to New York in July, I didn’t feel bad about spending more money on tickets and parking. I found an $8 parking garage a couple blocks away from the Showbox, which was great because it was half the price that I normally pay for parking. Definitely not parking right next to the Showbox anymore. Just let me tell you, I know my way around the Market now. It took me forever to find a place with free wi-fi for me to upload my Spoon pictures. I went into Starbucks naively thinking that I’d get wi-fi since we get it at school, but you needed AT&T. So I left and searched “free wi-fi pike place seattle” on my phone, and they gave me 3 locations. Tullys was about 5 blocks away, so I went to Tullys and uploaded my pictures, bought a chai and waited a ridiculously long time to use the bathroom. I swear this girl spent like 15 minutes in the Tullys bathroom. It pissed me off.

Oh well, because the rest of the night was totally worth waiting to pee and paying $30 for parking the night before and not doing my homework. I just wish I could have shared the experience with someone else. GAH I need to find people to hang out with who live in Seattle. It would surely make my spontaneous trips less lonely.

I stood in line for about a half an hour before they opened the doors, and alas, there were still tickets available! The Showbox set up chairs. CHAIRS. There are never chairs at the Showbox. It was weird. I sat right up front, because no one else did, but I was just a bit off to the left side, near the bathroom and the speakers. I think they started the show around 8-ish. Possibly before that. I dunno. Molly Lewis started the show with funny ukulele songs about breaking up with Wikipedia and a cover of Britney Spears’ “Toxic.” Apparently she might be playing at next month’s “w00tstock 2.0.” Yes. Three hours of nerd and music, featuring WIL FREAKING WHEATON and ADAM FRAKKING SAVAGE. To borrow from Trenton’s vocabulary – ADAM’S A SAVAGE. Okay, nerd tangent over.

Wait, no, nerd tangent NOT over. It’s FAR from over.

After Molly Lewis came Mike Phirman who told some jokes and played some songs. The mic kept cutting out, which led to some funny jokes – both from Mike and from Chris. My favorite joke was about how Mike wants marijuana legalized merely because he has an idea for a business venture. A pot cookie company called Chips A-huh. It’s better when you hear it, but it was funny. I didn’t take any pictures because my crappy camera was dying, but this guy did. Apparently he was part of the Street Team that Chris put together from his Nerdist website.

Here’s some of my favorites from his Flickr page.

So I have even more of a total nerdy fangirl crush on Chris now. It’s ridiculous. He came out with a tiny polo on, and told nerdy jokes about the south, G4, Cracker Barrels, Motorhead, Tacoma, his nerdist street team and tentacle porn. No seriously. Right when Chris got on stage a couple of his street teamers held up signs that said “Hard for Hardwick,” and “You’re my Palate Cleanser.” D’aww. And then a guy who was sitting behind me threw a rolled up poster to Chris on stage. Curious as to what it was, Chris opened it up and it was hentai tentacle porn. And he proceeded on a tangent about how ridiculous hentai is.

This is the only video I found on Youtube from it. They were kinda prohibidado about filming, but this guy didn’t care.

Some girl sitting at the bar kept shouting like “my kids love you on Barnyard!” Chris asked her where she was from, and she said Tacoma and people laughed. It turned into a theme. Apparently Seattleites hate Tacoma. I gotta admit, if I had Seattle all the time, I’d hate Tacoma too. One girl in the front had an awesome purse made from the face of Animal from the Muppets. At some point Chris was like, “oh my god is that your purse? That’s awesome! Can I see that?” And she walked up to the stage and showed it to him, and he proceeded to make noises like Animal, and the girl walked up a little closer and told him that his zipper was down. This was halfway through the show, and his fly was down the entire time. So hilarious.

And toward the end of the show, he brought Mike back on stage to sing some songs – INCLUDING THE PI SONG. At this point there were 3 mics on the floor after they died. The awesomeness of the show KILLED THE MICS. So I think this was the second song they played, but during their “Anything” song, where it’s all about determination, how you can do anything, fly like a bird, unless you’re a girl – Chris decided that he’d croon to the audience. Since it’s a power ballad, he got all up in people’s faces and sang right to them while Mike played guitar onstage and kept singing. Chris started on the right side of the stage, being all ridiculous and serious, and as he got closer to the left side of the stage, he got more and more intense, grabbing people and almost seducing them, right? So he walked up to the guy sitting two seats down from me, and he grabbed his head and shook it around while belting out this song about perseverance.

Then he got to me. Seriously. I kinda got molested by Chris Hardwick. Seriously. He got right up in my face and sang right to me, grabbed my face and started to crawl on me, grabbed my ponytail and I got a faceful of Chris’s chest. I have to say that I awestruck with the WTF-ness of it all, but I kind of enjoyed it. Okay, I was really excited when he grabbed my face. I mean, I see him on TV every week. And he was like, crawling on me.

Come on, stop looking at me like that.

So after the last song, Chris announced that he’d be in the lobby signing stuff and taking pictures, because “apparently people like that.” I stood line in front of these two high school guys, who were clearly nerds themselves. Except in all of this, I didn’t have anything for him to sign. I had $20 bills and the Ledger business cards. But I had my purse. My gun-wielding cougar purse.

I swear, it’s the only thing I had. But maybe I could turn it into a “thing,” where I get all the famous people I meet to sign it, so it’s not just Chris Hardwick and then WAS. I almost felt kinda bad for having the first signature on my bag to not be from WAS, but then I saw what he drew, it made me happy.

And the first thing I thought of to talk about was Spoon, because he mentioned earlier in his set referencing a hypothetical heckler, “hey if we leave now, we can make the last ten minutes of Spoon!”

So I said, “I was strategic and saw Spoon last night so I could see you tonight!”

“Ah, great! I haven’t seen them in a long time, how was it?”

“Awesome. And Britt totally jumped into the crowd to wake up an old guy who was sleeping.”

And Chris looked up from my bag for a second and said, “what the hell, who sleeps during a Spoon concert?!”

“I know, it was ridiculous.” And I said some sort of thank you and asked for a photo, and the guy standing behind me took it with the crappy coolpix.

“It’s really bright.”

“That’s what Photoshop is for.” And Chris laughed. And I squee’d and said thank you again and walked away.

Eeek yay.

I just have to say that there weren’t enough Doctor Who fans in the audience, because when Chris made a DW reference, “Doctor, are we going to take a trip in the TARDIS?” in a British accent, and like four people shouted. I screamed so loud. Seattle needs more Who fans. We really do.

LAST WEEKEND was the Doctor Who series premiere. I have to say that I love Matt Smith. I felt really bad for a bit that I liked him because I felt like I was cheating on Ten, but now I don’t feel as bad. Matt did such a good job. Like a really good job. I so excited for this season. I was house-sitting for Andrea’s old neighbor and their horrific dog, and I downloaded the episode while I was doing nothing surrounded by an incredibly windy day. Heck, I was getting paid $20 a day to do my homework and make sure the dog doesn’t go too apeshit. I’m all for that. So what else better to do than watch Vlogbrothers videos and download Doctor Who? Ahhh, spring break.

I mean, look at Matt. He’s adorable.

I love him. And I love Karen. And I love what Moffat has done so far. I still feel a little nostalgic about the old Tardis and sonic screwdriver, but it’s still early, and I’ll probably end up loving both of them. We need more Doctor Who love, seriously. At least Nerdfighteria is all for the Doctor Who love.

I think I’m done now. Holy hell that was a long, photo-loaded post. But I told you it was a busy weekend. Was I right?

I was right.

❤ Abby

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I shouldn’t have titled the last post the way I did.

7 Feb

Because that title belongs to THIS POST. Oh well.

Sorry I didn’t write this yesterday, but I can’t for the life of me remember why I didn’t besides the fact that I was editing pictures a lot, making pie crust, roasting bananas and sweet potatoes, and putting it all together to make a pie. It took most of the afternoon. I forgot the half stick of butter in the filling, but it’s beautiful and tasty just the same.


See? Tasty.

But I didn’t actually post this blog because of pie. No, I saw Editors (NO ‘THE’) on friday. Hells yes.

After an incredibly long day in Olympia meeting with senators and taking photos of our student government being all government-y, and missing the rally that we originally went for (balls!), Lindsay and I left Tacoma at about 6:10, and surprisingly, we made it to Seattle in…40 minutes. On a FRIDAY. It was a sign. Things would be going our way the rest of the night. And when we got to the Showbox, there was parking, and we had plenty of time to kill before getting in line – seeing that the line was hella short. We went over to a Starbucks, merely because we both had to pee, and chillaxed for about 20 minutes before walking back to the line. Soon after, this girl sporting a wicked awesome jacket with an all-over newspaper pattern got in line behind us. Her name was Kathryn, and she’d trekked up to Seattle from Portland to see Editors because Portland wasn’t on their list of tour dates. That always sucks. We soon got to talking, which made the wait in line so much better, and we found out that she’d painted an oil painting of Tom and was planning on giving it to him that night.

Yeah, pretty badass, right?

Kathryn was quite the character, talking about Tom’s face and Chris’s face, but in a way most people wouldn’t mention. She even asked me after I told her I wrote and took photos for a music blog, “if I give you my email address, could you send me the bad pictures?”

“Sure?”

“I could paint them.”

“Oh, yeah.”

It was funny.

Once we got into the venue, Lindsay, Kathryn and I got up close and personal with the stage, and it was pleasant wait until the obnoxious teens behind up decided to sit on the floor, inhibiting me from moving. And to make matters worse, they were all touchy feely couples that wouldn’t get off of each other. Yeah, blech. AND, there were these girls standing right off the side of us that were obviously drinking. They spilled all their shit all over the floor, and Kathryn didn’t want to slip on anything so she picked up their bottles and went to go throw them away. Unfortunately a security guard saw and came up to Lindsay and I asking if Kathryn had been drinking. Having been standing with her the entire time, we obviously told him no, and a few minutes later Kathryn came back into the crowd. It was weird, because last week a similar thing happened at a completely different juncture where someone questioned whether or not people I was with had been drinking. I swear to god if someone accuses me of being drunk, I’m just going to stare at them and be like, “do I look like I went to the hospital? Do I look dead?” Sure, I’d be being hyperbolic, but so what? Anyway, that was quite tangential.

The show was absolutely amazing. The first opening band was kind of forgettable, the second wasn’t bad, kinda liked them, but since friday I haven’t stopped listening to An End Has A Start and In This Light and On This Evening. Jesus christ those titles are long. It’s getting kind of tedious to type. But I already posted a draft of my review on Popwreckoning, so it should be up by tomorrow.

It’s like Editors is a completely new band to me. It was that great. Tom is all sexy crazy on stage, teetering on his feet and grasping at the mic, and Chris is just… *phwoar.* Sadly enough I didn’t get that many good ones of Chris because I was standing in the front middle by Tom until right before I couldn’t take pictures anymore. But I do like this one. I like it in black and white, cause before it was REALLY red. The lighting was quite saturated that night, but it was still way better than last week’s Cribs show.

This one’s a little soft, but I like it. It was one of my first shots during the first song – the title track from their last album.

Tom is so much fun to shoot, because he is so charismatic on stage. When you hear Editors, you expect the frontman to stand in one place and not jump on the piano (he didn’t do that on friday, but I’ve been told he does periodically).

Some chicks behind me after I moved to take pictures of Chris got in a girl fight. Well, a little one, but it was still feisty and loud. No eye-gouging or hair-pulling, but their was a shove, and then the obnoxious chicks rolled their eyes and kept acting like idiots.

I LOVE Chris’s Rickenbacker. It’s real similar to Chris Walla’s red one, but black. I want it. And I want to learn how to play a synth. That would be pretty cool, because you could make so many different noises with one soundboard. A Moog to be exact. That would be swell. If I could play a synthesizer, I’d feel like one cool jive turkey.


LOOK AT IT.

After an hour and 45 minutes worth of fabulous tunage, including the encore, we tried to grab the set list, but sadly someone else snagged it before us. We went outside and stood by my car to wait and see if Editors were going to come outside. I called mom, and she told me that we HAD to leave by 12:30, seeing that we didn’t get home until almost 2:30 when we saw Phoenix and she flipped out. I was completely ready to not listen to her and wait as long as I could with Lindsay and Kathryn to meet them. Besides, it was only right, because I didn’t want to leave Kathryn out there waiting by herself before she walked to Cornish to stay with her friend for the night. Not that Pike Place is sketchy, but it’s more fun to meet bands when you aren’t by yourself.

Thankfully, at just about 12:30, Chris, Tom, Russell and Ed walked around the corner in the parking lot. Being a little shocked at how sudden it happened, Lindsay and I sat at my car for a couple minutes while Kathryn waltzed right up to them and gave Tom her painting. Linds and I felt kinda like creepers for a bit, but then we walked over and asked Kathryn wanted me to take her picture with them.

Then that opened up the conversation and made it less awkward. After a short bit of introductions, I asked if they liked Seattle, and Ed and Russell mentioned that they’d been up to Capital Hill for a sandwich and coffee. They couldn’t remember where, so Lindsay said something about Starbucks, and they said something about how you can’t go to Starbucks because they’re everywhere. Then Lindsay said something about being embarrassed, and Chris was like, “well I’m holding a jug of milk, so you can’t be that embarrassed” (but in his wonderful Nottingham accent. Tom’s got the sexy singing voice and Chris has the sexy speaking voice. Le sigh.) Ed had a box of Flax cereal too, which was possibly the most random thing ever. We thanked them immensely for coming to Seattle, and said our goodbyes, making sure not to get all fangirly walking back to my car. That lasted until after we hugged Kathryn goodbye and got in my car. Then we went a little nuts with excitement.

I mean, last week I brought Andrea to her first show, and this week I was with Lindsay when she met her first band. Sure, I’ve only met Phoenix before Editors, but it’s still heartwarming to know that I helped them do that.

Well, I’m off to do homework. If you’d like to see the rest of my pictures from the show, go HERE

❤ Abby

in this light and on this evening

1 Feb

I didn’t go to class today because I’m downloading Man Who Shot Liberty Valance…cause that’s all we were doing in film studies today – watching a film. I figured if I could avoid driving over the bridge and paying the toll and taking 4 hours out of the middle of my day when I had a fuckton of other stuff to do – I’d do it.

Oh, right…I need to talk about the Cribs show on saturday!!!!!

^^^That’s a photo of Jemina Pearl, the opener, that I took saturday.^^^

But no, it was so great to able to bring Andrea to her first show. Like, official show. Seriously, the last concert she went to was the Creation Music Festival 3 years ago. Yeah. So this was pretty cool. We arrived in the cold, slightly wet weather and stood in line outside the Showbox, and surprisingly there was barely a line yet. We got a good spot in line. And it turned out to be the most serendipitous spot in line too. The security guard came out to tell everyone the policy on cameras, and these kids standing in front of us glanced at my crumpler and was like, “do you think they’re going to let you bring that in? It’s a pretty legit camera bag.”

I replied with, “oh, I have a photo pass waiting for me in there.”

And their eyes got all wide like, “HOLY CRAP THAT’S SO COOL.”

I felt so cool.

“How’d you get to do that?”
“I write for this online music blog called Popwreckoning.”
“How’d you get writing for them?”
“I saw an ad on Craigslist.”
And they laughed.
“Yeah, I just sent them some of my writing samples, a general idea of what I listen to, and some pictures I’ve taken, and they brought me on. Actually, last month I got to shoot Deck the Hall Ball (I included this because I’d overheard them talking about Muse at DTHB before).”
“That’s so awesome. I’m jealous.”
Muttering to themselves“I wonder if we could get cool passes like that for our school paper…that’d be cool.”
“What school do you guys go to?” (Thinking they were like freshmen at UW or SU).
“Gig Harbor.”
“Really? Oh my god.”
“What?”
“We’re from Gig Harbor, we went to Peninsula. That’s hilarious. So you guys work on the Sound?”
“No, but we have friends that do.”

And I can’t remember exactly how the rest of the conversation went, I think the tall guy asked about my camera, I showed him my 50mm, and he said he had the same one. It was cool. And I was an idiot not to ask their names or give them mine. Or be like, “hey you should go to Popwreckoning.com in the next couple days and my pictures and a review will be up there.” Dumbass. But it was funny.

Once we got in, the venue still did not crowd up really at all until halfway through Jemina Pearl. And still, most people were at the bar. I’d say 2/3 of the people were there because they really liked the Cribs, and 1/3, who were much older, were there just to see Johnny Marr.

Yes, Johnny Freaking Marr. This was one of my favorite shots of the night. But I had to brighten the shit out of my pictures because it was so damn dark for the first three songs. The lighting got better though, after I shut my camera off. Balls. But overall, I was satisfied with my pictures, and even more satisfied with the show. I swear to god Gary and Ryan Jarman have the coolest Yorkshire accents. I like them.

Like this, but older and male.

Anyway, it was awesome. All these teenagers up front were thrashing around, where Andrea and I escaped it after I was done taking photos. But we still have a perfect vantage point to see Johnny Marr, and Ryan and Gary. It’s kinda crazy, because they’re twins, but Gary is way more attractive. Andrea thought so too.

Here are some more pics.



I still need to go write my review for Popwreckoning, cause I haven’t done that yet.

❤ Abby

Procrastination

24 Jan

Yeah…I’ve fallen into that habit again. I don’t even know what’s due tomorrow besides what we have to post on the discussion board for Gorbman’s class. That shouldn’t be so bad, as it’s just about the readings we had and Red River. John Wayne wasn’t nearly as charming in this film, I’ll tell ya. What else do I have to do? Damnit. I had to have my annotated bibliography for Beaufort’s class. I should email He Is We if I’m actually going to do a feature on them. And I have to write up my proposal. Crap. But this has been a busy weekend. My IV infusion on friday that took most of the day, then I was all sloshy and tired for the rest of the day. We did get to hear some new WAS from videos from Philly though, which was a nice surprise this weekend. And yesterday we went to a wedding then one of the most amazing shows EVER.


Yes my friends, Phoenix. And this was one of my favorite shots of the night. So glorious. (No more epic, epic is going away.)

But last night was so good in so many ways, that the one bad thing doesn’t even matter. Turns out that the Showbox people like to pack SoDo full to the brim (excuse the cliche)…wait, no…the venue gets so congested it’s like before they built the second Narrows Bridge. There, no cliche. And because of this, it’s the first time I’ve gotten claustrophobic at a show since…well since Franz at Bumbershoot, but at least this time I didn’t get clobbered in the head. Thank goodness I went to the show on an empty stomache, or else I could have possibly vomited…but no matter.


Another of the good ones.

The opening band wasn’t bad, actually Soft Pack was pretty good. I’ll have to get some more of their stuff other than the Spin Magazine’s 2010 sampler. I didn’t get that many great pictures of them, at least of more than the lead guitarist, cause there was this dude standing in front of the me with the most obnoxious hair I’ve ever seen at a show. At least pull it in a ponytail, man. Be considerate. Actually, this girl standing next to me said at one point, “you’re tall, why do you need to stand in the front? You can see from back there,” speaking to no one in particular of course, but I responded with, “tell me about it,” and tried to lift my camera up over his mountainous glob of hair. The other guy standing in front of me was nice enough to lean over when I tried to get a good shot, which was helpful.

However, the hair mountain man did provide me with one of the best moments of the night. Honestly. After I’d politely asked to stand in front of him after Jenna brought me my photo pass, and we were waiting for Phoenix to go on, he shouted – I’m not kidding – “come on, allons-y!”

Seriously. I was so struck by it that I didn’t even think to turn around and give him kudos on his Doctor Who reference. But after I thought about it, I realized…oh, they’d even understand that without the Doctor Who reference, because it’s it French. Har-dee-har. I’m kinda slow that way.


I kinda like the soft focus on this one.

Okay, so the show was amazing, which was fully expected. I’m going to avoid seeing huge buzz bands at SoDo from now on, because I don’t want to be that claustrophobic again. But I can say that I’ve been to both Showboxes now. The parking for SoDo was 1/3 of the price of parking by the Market, but the Market is a far superior venue, easier to get to, and has prettier lighting.

However, THIS WAS THE BEST PART. As soon as the ridiculously long encore, Libby and I went to go find Renee and Jennifer, both of whom were standing right in the front row, not to far from me actually once I pushed my way up. I was so nice to see both of them again, as it almost made me stay and wait to meet the band. I feel like if they hadn’t been there, I would have been too much of a wimp and left. But I didn’t. I wasn’t a wimp. It was quite freezing outside, but I don’t tend to get cold, so I provided Libby’s warmth while we waited for Christian, Branco, Thomas and Deck. And I’ll take a picture of my pass with all their autographs here pretty soon and update this post, as soon as I accomplish some homework today. But here’s one of the shots I took of Renee, Jenn, Libby and Thomas.


We met ALL of them. Well, Jenn and Renee had met them several times before, but I finally did. I finally broke through that wall and don’t have to worry about it anymore. I’m sure it’s going to be much easier now for me.


Christian was so darn sweet. When I held up my pass for him to sign, he pointed to it and was like, “oh, you take photos?”

“Yeah.”

“Are your photos good?”

“I was pretty happy with them.”

Or something like that.

And it was quite funny when we were standing in the freezing cold, everyone but Branco had come outside to meet people. Renee saw Christian upstairs through a window and he glanced outside, she looked up and pointed down, gesturing them to come downstairs. And when he came outside for the second time with his case, he told us, “my brother is coming!” In a French accent.

I feel so accomplished right now.

ADDENDUM: My review’s been posted HERE NOW.

❤ Abby

They’re Ridiculously Awesome.

28 Nov

(This was posted on PopWreckoning this morning.)

As the first part to a tribute to Northwest music, the Showbox lit up Pike Place Friday night with local favorites The Lonely Forest of Anacortes, and Telekinesis and The Globes of Seattle. Just to say how much Seattle loves their locals – even before the doors opened up, the line curled around the block as horse-drawn carriages rode by on the rare rain-free night.

The Globes were up first. Lacking a record deal, but with nothing lacking in the talent department, The Globes were a great way to start the show – bringing in a mixture of shoegazing guitar rock and raw indie pop. Guitarist Kyle Musselwhite provided almost Thom Yorke-like vocals next to lead vocalist Erik Walters’ high-energy wails, bassist Sean McCotter’s low-key vibe and drummer Marcus Ourada’s excellent beats. They were just experienced enough to have the charisma to hold the room, but with just a little more stage time, they’d be just as charming as the two bands that followed. And with their first LP coming out soon, The Globes are one of Seattle’s emerging indie acts that show the promise of what our region has to offer the next few years.

After The Globes’ short half-hour set, Telekinesis came to set up their equipment, with one rare addition. My friends and I were standing right off to the left of center by the stage, and I swore Chris Walla of Death Cab for Cutie was tuning his Rickenbacker. I turned to my friend and asked, “Is that Chris Walla?”

“No, it can’t be. It’s gotta be some guy that looks totally like him.”

“That’s Chris Walla. I’m not kidding. Look.”

And I must tell you; my friend is a diehard Death Cab for Cutie fan, so she of all people should know who and who isn’t Chris Walla. But this time, I was right. Chris joined Michael Lerner (a.k.a. Telekinesis) and his touring band for this one-night Seattle engagement. Just because. Lerner later mentioned Chris as one of the people who was responsible for his record being released. He said that, “he made me write this record.” Signed to Merge Records in early 2009, Lerner has been touring for most of the year with David and Jodie Broecker and Chris Staples as his live band, and the unconventional stage lineup threw me off a bit, but made the night more interesting. Lerner sat at the drumkit as he sang on most of the songs, and the unexpected cameo by Walla excited the crowd like they should be on a Friday night at 10 p.m.

I would have liked to have heard “Awkward Kisser,” just cause it’s such a damn cute song, but Lerner played the lot of the songs off his eponymous debut released in April – a few highlights being “Tokyo,” “Coast of Carolina,” and “Foreign Room.” My sister especially liked “Calling All Doctors,” with its distinctive hook of a repeated “twitchin, twitchin.” There were a couple songs where Lerner got up off the drums and stood with his acoustic guitar by himself while the rest of the band lounged on the floor. “I Saw Lightning” was a perfect example of a Seattle ballad – heartfelt and not overdone. Like one of those songs you can sing to your girlfriend at an open mic and not sound too amateurish.

And I must say how epic David Broecker’s mustache was. It truly was amazing.

Right on schedule, headliners the Lonely Forest graced the stage at just after 11 p.m., right as my feet started to ache. The Showbox had become even more crowded than when we first arrived, which again shows how much buzz this band has gotten with the locals. Lead guitarist and vocalist John Van Deusen actually started off the set with “can I get a shout out to Anacortes!” and the room threw up their arms and cheered with pride.

The Lonely Forest manages to bring together emotional piano pop with heavy, complex indie rock, without sounding generic in the slightest. Their newest album We Sing the Body Electric, released on Burning Building Records earlier this year, is easily one of the most dynamic and, dare I say, best of the year. Van Deusen, along with guitarist Tony Ruland, bassist Eric Sturgeon and drummer Bradyn Krueger started off the holidays just how they should be – full of vigor. By halfway through their set the Lonely Forest had the whole room jumping to the sound of Ruland’s badass guitar licks and Van Deusen’s weathered voice with tracks from We Sing the Body Electric, “Two Pink Pills,” and “Tomato Soup.” They also played “Soil Silt and Clay,” from their first LP, 2007’s Nuclear Winter, a concept album about the world ending and the protagonist’s escape from destruction through space travel.

One of my favorite songs of the night was “They’re On To Something,” a fast and guitar-heavy track with a shy piano line and the perfect beat for the lively crowd to dance around to. But it wasn’t until towards the end of the night where most of the people surrounding me on the teeming floor sang along to “We Sing In Time,” the undeniably catchy pop song with a killer building hook. Once the band stepped off stage, people immediately started shouting for an encore, and as it’s become standard practice, The Lonely Forest walked back out for not one – but two – songs for an encore.

You’d never think that Van Deusen spent time in rehab and Ruland almost died after a stint in the hospital two years ago. But then again, with how much passion The Lonely Forest has both on their record and in a live setting, one has to wonder where they get their fire.

More news of the good nature

20 Nov

I also got a spot on the guest list for another gig in Seattle, this one on 11/27 at the Showbox at the Market. Featuring these bands:


The Lonely Forest


Telekinesis


The Globes

The Showbox at the Market. November 27th. $10 advance, $12 DOS. Be there or be square. I will be. For free, with my photo passes BITCHES!

And btw, I did get a +1 for the Rooney/Tally Hall/Crash Kings show, so that’s another good thing that happened in the last couple days. I finally got the contact information for Deck the Hall Ball, so hopefully *crosses fingers* he gets back to me soon about a possible list spot. Good god that would be awesome. I’m pretty sure I’d piss my pants if that happened.

Seriously.

And 107.7 The End is doing more Deck tix giveaways this week at 9am, 2pm, and 5pm every day starting monday morning. Cause by now, you know that the tickets are sold out. Sadly enough. But come on, it’s Muse. I would be disgusted if it hadn’t sold out as quickly as it did.

Mkay, that’s all I had to say. I was thinking of going to see Brandi Carlile tomorrow night at a free in-store at Easy Street, but I have far too much to do and I didn’t feel like braving the ridiculous friday afternoon rush hour. And two shows within a week’s time is pretty good for me.

Off to listen to brain-orgasm-inducing live recordings of Animal Collective I acquired two days ago. God I love them. If you haven’t noticed that already.


❤ Abby